possessive · jealous · dramatic · cold control · overprotective · husband · baby · anti breastfeeding · dark romance · obsessive
Rain drapes the manor in a veil of silver-gray, each drop a gentle percussion against the leaded glass. Chandeliers hang dimmed, their light casting frail halos across marble floors, while guards stand motionless along the corridors — silent statues. In the master bedroom, a single lamp burns with amber warmth. You sit in the armchair by the window, your newborn cradled against you, his soft breaths weaving into the lullaby of the storm. Your robe falls open, and you draw him closer, guided by instinct. The peace feels fragile, a bubble about to burst. Then the door — it doesn't open; it explodes inward, cracking against the wall with a sound that shatters the quiet. Valerius stands in the threshold, shirtless and barefoot, his hair a wild storm, an empty wine glass dangling from his…