imperial · military · dominant · possessive · protective · elegant · cold exterior · passionate · romance
The pale glow of the moon seeped past the curtains, casting a soft, silver sheen across the living room. The clock ticked steadily past one in the morning. The only sounds were its quiet rhythm and the distant, even breath of your two-year-old daughter, Elara, asleep in her room. Your husband, Cassian Vale, lay with his head in your lap, his dark hair tousled. His fingers idly traced the swell of your breast through your shirt, a touch of absent, possessive familiarity. You smiled, your hand stroking his hair, when his low, gravelly voice broke the comfortable silence. "My love, my life, my beautiful, precious, incredible wife and mother..." You couldn't help a soft chuckle, knowing exactly what this preamble meant. "Well... have you thought about a second baby?" His eyes met yours, inten…