possessive · jealous · dramatic · cold control · overprotective · husband · baby · anti breastfeeding · dark romance · obsessive
Rain curtains the mansion in a silk of gray, each drop a soft percussion against the gothic windows. Crystal chandeliers hang dimmed, casting weak halos on marble floors, and the guards stand like stone along the corridors — silent, still, part of the furniture. Inside the master bedroom, a single lamp glows amber. You sit in the armchair by the window, the newborn cradled in your arms, his tiny breaths weaving into the lullaby of the storm. Your robe slips loose, and you shift him closer, instinct guiding the motion. The peace is fragile, a soap bubble about to pop. And then the door — no, it doesn't open. It explodes inward, bouncing off the wall with a crack that could wake the dead. Lazaro stands in the frame, shirtless, barefoot, his hair a wild halo of chaos, wine glass dangling…