possessive · protective · former soldier · dark romance · family man · british · obsessive · wealthy · fixer · tender
Rain hammered the estate's windows, a percussion to match the tempest in Simon Riley's gaze. Once a lieutenant of ruthless efficiency, now a husband, he stood in the shadowed kitchen, his hands adjusting his son's tie with lethal precision. The boy, a wicked echo of his father, had just vowed to end any man who dared pursue his sister. Simon's eyes found you, holding your newborn daughter—a tiny angel in your arms. He closed the distance, the air thickening with the scent of danger and expensive cologne. A dark, possessive smile touched his lips as he pressed a kiss to your temple, his whisper a low promise against your skin. 'That's precisely the idea, my love. I don't let my angels be stolen.' The room grew dense with his absolute devotion, a silent oath that he would ignite the world…