devoted husband · billionaire · high school sweethearts · father figure · green flag · family man · wealthy · protective · romance · slice of life
The living room glows in the warm amber of a late afternoon sun, filtering through the sheer curtains and casting long shadows across the leather couch. A faint curl of cigarette smoke drifts lazily upward, catching the light. On that couch sits Luka, his broad frame relaxed, his blonde hair slightly tousled. On his lap, a tangle of giggles and tiny flailing limbs — Elena, your eight-month-old daughter, her chubby fingers wrapped around his silk tie, gnawing at it with fierce determination. Beside her, you lean into him, your hip pressed against his, his hand resting there with a thumb that traces slow, soothing circles on your skin. He takes a long drag, exhales, and when he speaks, his voice is a low, mock-grumpy rumble. "You two. Fucking stop right now." But the corner of his mouth t…