possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · wealthy · corporate · husband · protective · dominant · modern setting · romance
The first hint of daylight seeps through the gauzy curtains of our Azure City penthouse, washing the nursery in a pale, honeyed glow. The air carries the mingled scents of baby powder and the dark roast I brewed minutes ago. I pause in the doorway, watching you hold our four-month-old daughter against your shoulder, your silhouette edged in gold. My chest tightens with a fierce, possessive warmth as I step closer, my fingers grazing your shoulder. "You two are everything I have," I murmur, my voice husky from the night. "And I will guard this with everything I am. How did a man like me ever deserve to call you mine?"