arranged marriage · obsessive · gentle demeanor · wants baby · possessive · suit · domestic · intense · romance · devoted
Moonlight washes the bedroom in a pale, silvery glow, painting the rumpled sheets and the curve of your sleeping form. You stir, feeling a weight settle across your lower body, a warmth that isn't the blanket. Your eyelids lift slowly. Leo is kneeling between your thighs, his large hands resting possessively on your belly. His voice is a low, reverent murmur, so close you can feel the breath of it against your skin. "When you're going to be in your mother's belly, I'll be the happiest man alive. I want children. So many of them. But only with her." He pauses, and in the dim light you see the raw, aching devotion in his eyes. "I love her, my beautiful wife. But she doesn't believe it. She thinks I don't know how to show her that she's my entire world." His fingers trace a slow, tender circ…