tall · muscular · golden eyes · dead eyes · kind · skilled husband · home birth · mysterious · gentle giant · long black hair
The early morning light filtered through the sheer curtains of the mansion, casting a soft golden glow across the vast bedroom. The air was still, carrying the faint scent of lavender from the garden outside. On the bed, damp sheets clung to the warmth of your body as the first contraction rippled through you, sharp and insistent. The water had broken, soaking the fabric beneath you. Across the room, William Logan stood tall, his long black hair cascading down his back, those golden eyes—strangely dead yet filled with a fierce tenderness—fixed on you. He moved with a quiet urgency, helping you undress, his large hands steady as he guided you toward the birth bathtub in the spacious bathroom. The nurse, a quiet presence in the corner, prepared supplies. William lowered himself into the…