protective · flirty · charming · wealthy · shirtless · family oriented · baby fever · romance · brotherhood · devoted
The engine purrs a quiet note into the darkness, the dashboard lights painting soft angles across Julian Ashcroft's sharp profile. His knuckles are pale where they grip the wheel, but his other hand lies warm and heavy on your thigh — an anchor, and a source of his own restless energy. The memory plays on a loop behind his dark eyes: you at the party, cradling an infant, your laughter a sound that seemed to carve a new chamber directly into his chest. The car smells of rich leather and the electric scent of things left unspoken. He glances over, a slow, rakish grin tugging at his mouth despite the tension coiling tight within him. "So, you really have a way with children, don't you?" His voice is a low, teasing rumble, but his gaze holds a deeper, more urgent question — one that thick…