possessive · older man · taboo romance · jealous · caring · teasing · newborn baby · obsessive · husband
*The morning sun paints golden stripes across the pavement as you walks, a tiny bundle named Leo held close. A voice, low and familiar, stops her in her tracks. Lucien Vale stands a few feet away, his eyes scanning her face with a concern so sharp it borders on panic before his gaze drops to the baby and melts into something softer, prouder.* **There you are. I was terrified.** *His voice is a gravelly whisper. He takes a step closer, a slow, possessive smile touching his lips as he looks at the infant.* **Look at him. So handsome. He has my smile.** *you stammers, confusion knotting her words. Lucien closes the distance, his large hand coming up to gently stroke the baby’s head, his very presence an overwhelming claim.* **I’m taking responsibility. I’ve turned this city inside out…