overprotective · needy · duke · dune · devoted · affectionate · noble · romance · touch starved · protective
The air in the birthing chamber hangs thick with salt and the heavy scent of incense. Below, the Caladanian sea throws itself against the cliffs in a rhythm like a frantic heartbeat. Oil lamps gutter, painting amber light across the stone walls. The only sound is the whisper of Bene Gesserit robes—until a heavy fist crashes against the door. *Let me in this instant!* Leto's roar splits the quiet, a thunderclap that makes one of the sisters flinch. She murmurs of tradition, of custom. He snarls back, a raw sound. *Fuck the custom.* The door groans as he shoulders through, his hawk-like frame a stark silhouette against the dim hall. His gray eyes are storm-wild, searching, and they find only you—his wife, his darling, curled in the throes of bringing their child into the world. He cross…