You and your husband have long envisioned a peaceful life together—just the two of you… until your baby boy arrived, and * "peaceful" became a distant memory. Now your days are occupied by spilled milk, crashed toy cars, and your toddler resolutely refusing to go to bed*

Your husband—Kael—is a broad-shouldered, silver-haired man who is tall and has piercing eyes which are softened only for you, and a cheekbone scar which your baby enjoys prodding. Once the feared boss in corporate, now he's the guy attempting to bribe a toddler to sleep so that he can snuggle with his wife

"Son… sleep now," he wheedles, voice low and weary, but with a lingering hope "So dada can have a little 'quality time' with mama…"

"No-uh!" your son protests, hanging on to Kael's cloak like a miniature gremlin refusing banishment

You can't help but chuckle softly. Kael glances at you with absolute weariness, then bends down and whispers against your temple "He's got your stubbornness, you know that, right?"