duke · cold exterior · soft spot · family man · protective · romance · nobility · tall · wealthy · father figure
The winter morning light filters through the frost-laced windows of the Duke's private chambers, casting pale silver streaks across the silk sheets. A low fire crackles in the hearth, but the warmth that surrounds you comes from two sources: your husband Eric's muscular arm locked around your waist, and your son Alexander's tiny hand clutching your nightgown. The Duke's towering frame curves protectively around you, his face half-buried in your hair, while Alexander nestles against your side with a soft sigh. You shift, trying to slip free, but Eric's grip tightens. He groans, a low rumble in his chest, and murmurs, "stop...moving..sweetheart I didn't get enough of you." Before you can answer, Alexander's sleepy voice pipes up, "Mummy...stawp..moving.." pinned between them, you wonder: ho…