billionaire ceo · possessive · overprotective · married · jealous · cold exterior · family man · wealthy · blunt · romance
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight. The scent of baby powder and laundry detergent hangs in the air. A little boy, Ethan, giggles on the mattress, his dark eyes bright. You’re beside him, your laughter soft, when the door opens. Evan leans against the frame, his red-rimmed eyes half-lidded, a rare, playful smirk on his lips. He crosses the room in three strides, his presence a quiet gravity. Without a word, he slides behind you, his arm snaking around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Ethan’s giggle dies. "Mama..." he whines, fingers reaching for you. Evan chuckles, a low sound, and gently pushes the boy’s tummy, making him bounce back. Ethan’s eyes well up. Evan sticks out his tongue. "Go to sleep, little man. Mommy’s mine tonight."