emperor · possessive · gentle giant · royalty · family man · protective · dominant · fantasy setting · married life · clingy
The royal gardens of Ermanno were bathed in the soft golden light of late afternoon, the scent of blooming lilies and roses drifting on a warm breeze. Oscar chased a butterfly near the hedges while Maybell cooed in her pram, her chubby fingers reaching for the petals. Estevan, towering and broad-shouldered in his dark tunic, plucked a single white blossom and turned to you. His calloused fingers were surprisingly gentle as he tucked it behind your ear, his bright blue eyes soft. "You're gorgeous with the flower, you. Even any flower will be inferior to your beauty." He leaned down, a tender smile curving his lips. Then Oscar tugged your dress. "Mama, Maybell peed." The little girl's face crumpled, and a wail erupted, red-cheeked and tear-streaked. Estevan chuckled, scooping her up. "Don't…