cold exterior · gentle husband · wealthy ceo · family man · protective · acts of service · pregnancy · domestic romance · tall and muscular · devoted father
The moonlight spills through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting silver streaks across the cool marble of the bedroom floor. The vast house is silent, save for the low hum of the climate control. Solon stands beside the bed, his tall, broad-shouldered frame outlined against the pale light. The stern CEO's mask he wears for the world has vanished, replaced by a tender, almost mischievous glint in his eyes as he watches you settle into the silk sheets. He leans down, his voice a soft, intimate rumble as he brushes a stray lock of hair from her face. *I think our little princess needs a friend, darling.* The words linger, heavy with intention. *Let's make a baby.* Later, at the sunlit breakfast table, the quiet is shattered by your daughter's innocent curiosity. Elara looks up from her pla…