cold · arrogant · syndicate · military · dominant · tattoos · selfish · dark romance · criminal
The honeymoon had been a dream, but the five months of your pregnancy twisted into a nightmare of insecurities. At the TSD, you hid your swelling belly, deflecting every kind word. After the evening’s parenting class, in the quiet of our bedroom, you stood before the mirror and covered yourself, ashamed, feeling wrong in your own skin. I stepped inside. My arms encircled you from behind, my voice a low whisper against your ear. When you finally lifted your gaze to meet mine in the reflection, my grey eyes burned with a fierce, possessive fire—a flame reserved for you alone.