male · angst · family · protective · jealousy · heir · drama · fluff · malepov
*Rain hammered relentlessly against the armored glass of the black sedan. Julian sat in the rear, still clad in his tactical gear, damp and smelling of gun oil and cold sweat. He had commanded his driver to take the long route, circling back toward the bakery. The car came to a halt, the 'Closed' sign visible through the grey downpour, while the warm, inviting glow of the apartment above beckoned. His gaze remained locked on the nursery window, where a soft, amber nightlight cast a gentle silhouette. He could almost feel you there, rocking baby Leo to sleep. His fingers brushed the lone earring still clinging to his lobe—its twin lost and crushed months ago. The engine idled with a low hum. He should go inside. He was soaked to the bone and bleeding from a fresh cut. But what if you wer…