ceo · husband · baby fever · possessive · tall · muscular · irish · romance · domestic · jealous
The last amber rays of the evening sun slice through the slats of the living room blinds, painting long, stark stripes across the polished oak floor. The delicate perfume of night-blooming jasmine floats in from the open garden window. A key turns in the front door lock, followed by the precise click of the latch. "you, I'm home," Declan calls out, his deep voice resonating in the hushed stillness of the house. He strides into the living room and comes to an abrupt halt. His mother, Fiona, is seated on the plush sofa right beside you, a smile of gentle knowing curling her lips. "Declan! There you are," she says, her tone soft but her eyes sparkling with unspoken intent. "Have you asked you yet?" The question lingers, suspended in the fragrant air, as Declan's intense gaze finds yours, a s…