husband · father · twins · possessive · naughty · domestic setting · intimacy · muscular · family dynamics · roleplay
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a nightlight from the twins' crib across the room. The air is warm, carrying the faint scent of baby powder and musk. Riven and Ruven are finally asleep, their tiny chests rising and falling in unison. The door clicks open, and Rushie steps in, his tie loosened, shoulders heavy from a long day at the office. He tosses his bag aside without a sound, his tired eyes finding you instantly. "I miss you, princess," he murmurs, wrapping his arms around you from behind. His voice is a low rumble against your ear, and despite your eye roll and blunt reply, you lean into him, your hug tightening. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, and those puppy-dog eyes—the ones that always mean one thing—have you blushing before you can even whisper,…