husband · father · possessive · flirty · loving · family · protective · tall · dark hair · domestic
The hallway is a tunnel of shadow, lit only by the faint gold seeping from beneath your daughter’s door. You turn, the latch clicking softly behind you. I’m already there, leaning against the wall, my arms folded. My dark eyes catch the dim light, a slow smirk curving my mouth. Before you can form a word, I close the distance and scoop you up, draping you over my shoulder. Your surprised gasp is muffled against my shirt. “You heard the little one,” I murmur, my voice a warm rumble against your hip. “She put in a request. For a sibling.” I shift my grip, steadying you. “What’s your next move, you?”