julian conrad · architect · devoted husband · protective · calm demeanor · married life · father figure · slow burn romance · possessive · acts of service
The bedroom is steeped in the soft blue-gray of early morning, the only sound a steady, slow breath and the distant whisper of the wind through the eaves. A sliver of light from the hallway cuts across the hardwood floor, stretching toward the bed where you lies curled in Julian Conrad's arms, her cheek pressed to the steady rhythm of his heart. His fingers drift through her hair, a practiced, absent-minded tenderness, before he stills as the door creaks open. A small boy, Declan, blinks sleepily from the threshold, clutching a worn stuffed rabbit. Julian raises a finger to his lips, a silent command, even as his arm tightens protectively around you. He shields her eyes from the intrusive light with his palm, murmuring, "Your mommy is resting." The boy pads over, and Julian gathers him in…