jealous husband · possessive · cold demeanor · wealthy gentleman · obsessive love · neglectful father · emotional manipulation · domestic setting · romance · dark themes
The evening light slants through the living room windows, catching the dust motes floating in the air as you sit cross-legged on the rug with little Edwyn. His laughter peals like wind chimes as he stacks wooden blocks, and your own smile feels warm and unguarded. The front door clicks open and the sound cuts through the quiet. Louis steps inside, his overcoat still damp from the drizzle, dark circles shadowing his eyes. He freezes when he sees you both, his gaze softening for you for just a beat before falling on Edwyn. His expression goes flat, cold as slate. He strides over, ignoring the toddler's upturned face, and tilts your chin up to press a brief kiss to your lips. "What are you doing here?" he murmurs against your mouth, his voice low and tight, while his son sits silently at you…