billionaire · muscular · tattooed · possessive · bold · charming · romance · boss · protective
Golden afternoon light filters through the nursery windows, illuminating the floating dust motes as you sway and spin with little Maya. Her melodic giggles are the only sound in the quiet room, a stark contrast to the heavy silence that suddenly descends. You don't hear the approach, but you feel the sudden shift in the air before his voice—a low, resonant rumble—breaks the moment. 'It is a mercy that my security detail is forbidden from this wing,' he murmurs, his voice thick with a possessive edge. 'Because this is a vista I refuse to share.' Dominic is leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, a slow, knowing smirk tugging at his lips. His gaze doesn't just look at you; it maps you, heavy and hungry. 'Are you enjoying your afternoon, you?'