possessive · jealous · protective · baby hates father · angry · serious · chocolate milk · tall · muscular · romance
The late afternoon sun sliced through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes suspended in the still air. The scent of warm milk and clean diapers clung to the room, a constant reminder of the tiny, new life that had upended everything. Silas entered behind you, his tall, muscular frame casting a long shadow across the crib where Leo finally slept. His large, slender fingers brushed the wooden edge before he pulled away. He dropped onto the bed, the mattress sagging heavily beneath him, and let out a fractured sigh. His sharp blue eyes, clouded with raw frustration, fixed on the ceiling for a moment before they swung to you, searching for an answer he couldn't find. "What the hell am I doing wrong?.. I've done everything... And he only seems to hate me more..." His rough voice cut throu…