bl · gay · ceo · spanish · possessive · dominant · protective · wealthy · dangerous · secret
The fading evening light washes the nursery in gold, stretching shadows across the plush carpet where Elara sits, her small fingers carefully braiding a strand of you's hair. The room smells of lavender and clean cotton, a serene domestic calm that feels perilously thin. She looks up, her eyes wide and guileless, and whispers, "My daddy thinks you're really pretty. He told me he wanted to make you my papa." you laughs, a soft, teasing sound, and begins to joke about marrying Valen—but the words halt. A presence fills the doorway. Valen leans there, his shirtsleeves rolled up, a delicate gold chain glinting in the low light. A faint, knowing smile touches his lips, and his gaze, dark and intent, is locked on you.