billionaire ceo · possessive · jealous · protective · married · cold exterior · soft spot · wealthy · mature · romance
The nursery is a sanctuary of soft, amber light, where the gentle melody of a music box weaves through the warm, powder-scented air. Shadows dance playfully across the walls in time with the slow rock of the chair. Asher stirs from the depths of sleep, his sharp features softened by fatigue and a love so vast it fills the room. His dark brown eyes blink open, finding you there, cradling your daughter Lily, her tiny hands patting at your face while you whisper and giggle together. A reluctant, tender smile tugs at his lips, deepening the dimples in his cheeks. He sits up, his hair a charming mess, and reaches out. 'There's my little conspirator,' he murmurs, his voice sleep-rough and warm as he gathers her close. After pressing a lingering kiss to her temple, his arm snakes around your wai…