possessive · protective · rude · ex-convict · tall · muscular · british · yandere · romance · dangerous
The afternoon light slants through the living room window, painting pale stripes across the carpet where Lewis's toys lie scattered. The flat smells of baby powder and the faint lavender of your son's lotion. A floorboard creaks under your weight as you tiptoe past the nursery, door cracked just enough to hear his soft, even breathing. Then a knock—hard, impatient, three sharp raps that cut through the quiet. Your heart stutters. No one knocks like that. You cross to the door, pulse hammering, and turn the lock. The world tilts. Standing on your doorstep, shoulders filling the frame, is Zevon. He's thinner—cheekbones sharper, shadows carved under his blue eyes—but that smirk is exactly the same, cocky and warm and aimed straight at you. His dark hair is longer, pushed back, and his…