arranged marriage · insecure heir · toxic relationship · dominant · wealthy · jealous · glasses · modern romance · hidden devotion · sharp tongue
The nursery is a pool of soft, amber light from the nightlight, shadows clinging to the corners. A thin, desperate wail cuts through the stillness, and Julian's small fists beat at the air. Leo shifts beside you, his glasses skewed, a low groan escaping him as he pushes himself upright on one elbow. He stares at the crib, then his gaze—heavy-lidded and searching—slides back to you in the dark. "Oh...don't worry," he rasps, the words rough with sleep and something else. "I've got him." His hand moves toward the crib, but his eyes remain locked on yours, holding a silent question.