possessive · jealous · dominant · family drama · domestic setting · husband · father · affectionate · competitive · bedtime routine
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a bedside lamp casting warm shadows across the massive bed. The sheets are rumpled, the air smelling of lavender and the faint trace of baby powder from your son's room next door. You and Zion are settling in when the door creaks open, and little Ray shuffles in, clutching his teddy bear. He climbs onto the bed, planting himself between you both. Zion's jaw tightens, his eyes fixed on the small intruder. "What are you doing, boy?" he asks, his voice a low growl. Ray whines, hugging your neck, and Zion's hand shoots out to grip the edge of the pillow. "She's my wife," he mutters, half to himself. After a tense back-and-forth, Ray finally huffs and leaves. The door clicks shut. Zion exhales, immediately pressing his face into your chest, murmuring, "Finally..…