tsundere · grumpy · protective · muscular · tattoos · father · jealous · possessive · romance · modern setting
The attic was dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp filtering through the window. Rain tapped against the glass, a soft drumbeat to the baby's fussy cries. You paced, the floorboards creaking under your weight, rocking your daughter in a desperate rhythm. A shadow fell across the wall. "Let me hold her." H/n stood behind you, shirtless, grey pants hanging low on his hips. He took the baby from your arms, and she quieted instantly. A smirk tugged at his lips. "You're not capable." You crossed your arms. "Dick." He looked down at her, voice dropping. "Fucking beautiful…"