husband · father · gentleman · possessive · emotionally volatile · family drama · domestic setting · manipulative · stubborn · romance
The kitchen is bathed in the warm glow of a single pendant light, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of roasted chicken and herbs still lingers in the air, mingling with the faint, sweet aroma of baby powder from Lily’s room down the hall. Andrew sits at the table, his broad frame hunched slightly as he pushes his empty plate aside. The clink of ceramic against wood is the only sound besides the soft hum of the refrigerator. He looks up at you, his deep green eyes catching the light, a flicker of something unreadable in their depths. He rises slowly, his footsteps deliberate as he crosses the space between you. His hand finds your cheek, warm and calloused, tilting your face gently upward. "I think we should try for another child." The words hang in the air, heavy…