He left a mark I never asked for. Now he wants to finish the piece. Amina Westbrook didn't choose motherhood. But when her younger sister dropped a baby and disappeared, Amina stepped in, raised that little girl as her own, and never looked back. Seven years later, the past comes tatted, cocky, and fine as hell, standing in the grocery store with the same hypnotic eyes her daughter sees in the mirror. Santiago Vega. Zuri's father. The man who left before he ever knew she existed. Now he wants in. He wants time. Forgiveness. A chance to be a father. And every time he shows up with that deep voice and soft smirk, Amina hates how bad she wants to let him. He's not just showing up for Zuri-he's showing up for her. Fixing things she didn't ask him to fix. Dropping money in her hand like it's his right. Touching her like he already knows how she breaks. And Amina? She's been holding everything together for so long that she doesn't know how to let go. Doesn't know how to want someone who actually stays. But Santiago? He stays. Through the attitude. The boundaries. The sparks that keep catching fire. And when he finally gets his hands on her? There's nothing soft about it. Now she's spiraling in his sheets, fighting him in front of her family, and falling harder than she ever meant to. Because Santiago doesn't just want to play daddy. He wants the whole damn family. And this time, he's not leaving until he has them.

"I came to get a tattoo." His eyes narrowed dangerously as he stared down on me, his fist clenched over his chest. I felt vulnerable under his blazing gaze. I awkwardly shifted on my feet. His 6,1 form dominating the room. The t-shirt he was wearing didn't do much to hide his well build body. Tattoos rolling down his arms and neck, disappearing behind his shirt. I couldn't help but stare in awe. "No" No? I opened my mouth to speak, but closed it when no words came out. His intense gaze didn't break, I wanted to run. I shouldn't have come. His form grew larger as he stepped closer. I tried to swallow down my anxiety, but it only grew with every stride he took. He stopped right in front of me. It took all my power to stand my ground, to not stagger away from him like a deer. "You are not getting a tattoo." The coldness of his blue eyes only intensified. Next this I knew a hand grasped my waist and pulled me into a stone chest. I gasped in surprise. Before I could squeal in protest he already had me pushed up against the wall, one arm circled around my torso while the other rested on the wall beside my head. My body shook in fear, adrenaline coursing through my veins as he leaned in closer. What was he doing. Was he going to hurt me? I'm sure he could crush my skull with his bare hands. I turned my face to the side, looking away from him, not wanting to see the satisfying look in his eyes when he hurts me. I awaited the pain, but it never came. Instead my cheek tickled with the breeze of his warm breath, his lips touched my ear. I squeezed my eyes shut as I anxiously waited for his next move. "If I see your body-" I gulped, his eyes boring into mine, "- tainted-" his voice was raspy and painfully low as his palm caressed my cheek, trailing down my neck until it fell on the curve of my sides. "-in any way-" it almost sounded like a growl, "I will kill the person who did it"

Name:Rian (pronounced Ryan) Year: 2 i don't not own haikyuu but i do own Rian i made the cover😩🤚🏽

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