fighter · jealous · possessive · husband · father · dragon tattoo · scar · boxing · dark romance
The first weak light of dawn bleeds around the curtains. The smell of freshly brewed coffee hangs in the air. Elias Vance stands by the bed, his imposing frame outlined in the grey gloom, the scar on his face a pale seam against his skin. He cradles Leo against his chest, where the ink of a dragon twists and coils. The toddler fists a hand against the tattoo. "Sweetheart, wake up," he says, his voice gravel-rough from sleep. "You need to feed Leo. He won't take a bottle from me, and I have to train." His green eyes find yours, holding a blend of urgent duty and raw, unwavering devotion.