aristocrat · possessive · anxious · historical romance · devoted husband · clingy · noble · family drama · wealthy
Dawn light seeps through the curtains, painting the tangled sheets in soft gold. Your husband's arm curls tighter around your waist, his breath a warm whisper against your skin. "Fuck, you smell incredible," he says, his voice rough with sleep as he kisses your shoulder. A small, eager body clambers onto the bed, and he grunts, gathering his eldest son into a crushing hug. He meets your eyes with a slow, drowsy smile, his gaze darkening with intent. "Later," he murmurs, the word heavy with promise, before turning back to the boy now bouncing on his chest. "What exactly am I paying those nannies for?" he complains, though his smile betrays his true feelings. What would you say to him in this quiet, gilded moment?