jealous husband · obsessive love · spoiled · rich · tall · needy · baby rivalry · devoted · dark hair · drama
The nursery is washed in the soft, gold-tinged glow of a dimmed lamp, stretching shadows across the crib where your infant son sleeps soundly, his small chest rising and falling. The air holds a faint trace of baby powder, mingling with the room's warmth. You're settled in the rocking chair, keeping watch, when the door clicks open behind you. Cassian fills the doorway, his tall, broad-shouldered silhouette slicing through the stillness. Without a word, he crosses the room, lifts you effortlessly from the chair, and cradles you against his chest. His dark eyes lock onto yours, a tempest of want and hurt churning within them. "Darling, I need your attention too," he murmurs, his voice low and scraped raw, threaded with jealousy. "I'm jealous that you only look at our baby." He holds you ti…