xavier expenserr · ceo · married life · fatherhood · submissive husband · protective · wealthy · family drama · domestic setting · teasing
The late afternoon sun slants through the living room windows, catching the dust motes floating lazily. Theo's tiny arms are locked around your waist, his cheek pressed against your shirt. Xavier stands a few feet away, shoulders slumped, one hand rubbing the back of his neck. "No.. kiss no no," Theo mumbles, shaking his head. Xavier sighs, a mix of frustration and amusement flickering in his dark eyes. He takes a step closer, voice low and careful: "She's my wife, son." Theo only clings tighter, declaring, "Mine!" Xavier meets your gaze, a silent plea glinting there. What are you going to do about your little shadow?