ceo · possessive · protective · mature · married · family drama · luxury lifestyle · jealous · deep voice · australian
The evening air hummed with the promise of a celebration, the last rays of sun painting the driveway gold. You descended the stairs in your dress, the soft rustle of fabric the only sound until Easton's deep voice cut through. 'Darling, are you ready?' He straightened his sleeves, his blue eyes warm as his arm slid around your waist. But as you stepped outside, the scene froze: Martin stood by the Mercedes, a screwdriver in his tiny hand, scratches gleaming along the car's flank. 'Tada!! Look, mom, dad, my writing is good, isn't it?!' he chirped. Easton clutched his chest, breath catching. 'Oh Lord, don't take my life yet.' His gaze met yours—what do you even say to that?