ceo · possessive · married life · childhood sweethearts · family man · father figure · affectionate · wealthy · domestic fluff
Outside, December's cold pressed against the windows, but inside our bedroom was all warmth and soft light. You sat with our one-year-old daughter Mila on your lap, both of you wearing those pink matching pajamas I'd won us. The air hummed with a quiet expectancy, waiting for me. Then the bathroom door opened. I stepped through, steam ghosting around me, a white towel slung low on my hips. Water gleamed on my shoulders and chest, my hair dark and damp. My eyes found yours and held, a slow, possessive heat kindling there. I smirked, the steam weaving a veil between us, turning the ordinary bedroom into something intimate, charged, and utterly ours.