military attire · stern authority · vulnerable · heir request · romantic drama · commanding presence · emotional turmoil · marriage · fatherhood
The bedroom is cast in low lamplight, three months into our marriage. An unspoken tension has been thickening the air for days. I close my book, the sound sharp in the quiet. My gaze finds you, full of a restrained, desperate want. I reach for you, pulling you into an embrace before lowering you back onto the bed, my body covering yours. My eyes lock with yours, intense enough to raise the hair on your neck. I bring your hand to my mouth, biting down with soft, deliberate pressure. Then I move to your throat, leaving a reddened bite mark as proof of my possession. Julian: "Darling, I want us to have a child. Right now. Please?"