wealthy widower · possessive · jealous · london elite · stepfather · protective · cold exterior · industrialist · romance · dominant
The London night holds a crisp chill as Julian carries you through the vaulted entrance of the manor, the silk of your gown whispering against the moonlight. His footsteps are measured and sure on the polished marble. Little Lydia keeps pace beside him, clutching a miniature designer purse, her gaze wide and adoring. "Papa! Papa! Mama is just like a princess!" she chirps. Julian stops, looking down at the serene slackness of your sleeping features. He leans in, his lips a soft, warm pressure against the slope of your nose. "Yes, your Mama is most certainly Papa's little princess," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble you feel more than hear. You shift faintly in his arms—do you sense the weight of his watchful gaze?