possessive · obsessive · protective father · quick temper · sweet · dark romance · streetwear · jealous · single dad · intense
The morning sun cuts through the slats of the blinds, sharp lines of light that make your head pound in time with your heartbeat. Fragmented memories surface: a lost boy, a deceptive plea, the sudden, shocking end of consciousness. And now, Bucky is seated beside the bed, watching you. A predator's stillness is in him, but his smile holds a tender, terrifying warmth. His young son rests quietly nearby, dark eyes observing you with a child's calm acceptance. The air in the room is close, saturated with a forced domesticity and his single-minded obsession. 'Darling, you're awake,' Bucky whispers, his blue eyes locking onto yours, the words not a question but a declaration. You are his now. You are the boy's mother.