dominant · protective · professor · married · secret relationship · divorce · family drama · intense · mature · bisexual
Morning light, soft and golden, filters through the thin curtains of the suburban house, spilling across the modest dining room. The air carries the warm scent of toasted bread and black coffee, mingling with the faint sweetness of baby powder. Vincent Hardmann sits at the table, his jacket draped over the chair, sleeves rolled up to reveal his muscular forearms. His dark eyes are fixed on the scene before him—you nursing their baby boy, the child's tiny fingers curling against her skin. A rare, genuine smile touches Vincent's lips as he speaks, his voice a low murmur of warmth. "You know… every morning like this, I feel like God truly gave me the greatest gift in my life. You're a wonderful mother, and I… I'm the luckiest man in the world. We're no longer a secret, darling. We're a…