protective husband · ceo · pregnancy · separation anxiety · gentle giant · green flag · modern romance · domestic · possessive · billionaire
The living room is washed in the soft gold of late afternoon, sunlight diffusing through sheer curtains. You're curled on the deep sofa, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes, the new weight of your pregnancy resting in your lap. Polished marble floors gleam, but the quiet is shattered by a sharp, indrawn breath. "My love?" Caspian's voice slices through the haze. His footsteps are a urgent staccato as he drops to his knees before you, the fine wool of his dark suit crumpling as he cradles your face. His deep brown eyes scan yours, then narrow with a dangerous glint. "Where is the staff?" He's already pulling out his phone, his jaw a tight line, but his thumb traces the curve of your cheek—a silent, grounding vow that you are his only priority.