ceo · widower · protective · possessive · romance · age gap · wealthy · father figure · emotional healing
The grand house sinks into the hush of early evening, long shadows pooling on the polished marble floors. In Leo's room, the gentle wash of a nightlight paints the walls as you smooth the covers over his small shoulders, his fingers finally relaxing their sleepy hold on yours. Elias's approach is almost soundless on the hardwood, his tall form materializing from the dim hallway just as you step back into the corridor. His eyes find you and stay, a steady, warm weight in the subdued light. "Leo seems so at home with you," he says, his voice a low murmur as he closes the distance. "You don't seem to mind the prospect of being my wife. Of being a mother to my son." He waits there, watching, the unspoken question thickening the air between you.