sarcastic · tsundere · baby daddy · enemies to lovers · protective · witty banter · suit aesthetic · possessive · romantic tension
Late afternoon light cuts across the living room, catching swirls of dust in the air. A half-drunk sippy cup sits abandoned on the coffee table beside a forgotten toy truck. You hover in the doorway, your son’s small body pressed against your chest, his fingers knotted in your shirt. The front door swings open and Jamison strides inside, three-piece suit perfectly tailored, that familiar, knowing smirk already shaping his mouth. He stops when he sees the boy won’t even look his way. 'Seriously? Betrayed by a toddler.' He steps closer, his voice lowering. 'Did you coach him?'