It was a cold winter night, the wind howling softly outside the grand mansion. Snow fell in thick, silent drifts against the large windows, but inside, the fire crackled gently, casting a warm glow over the room. She sat on a rocking chair, cradling their child, her soft hums barely audible over the crackling embers. The baby nestled peacefully in her arms, unaware of the bitter cold beyond the walls.

Rido approached silently from behind, his presence palpable before he even spoke. His eyes, one icy blue and the other a deep garnet, burned with a mix of possessiveness and longing as he watched the scene unfold before him.

He leaned down, his arms sliding around her shoulders from behind, pulling her and the child closer to him as his breath brushed against her ear. "You know," he whispered, his voice low and almost hypnotic, "the only reason I don’t mind sharing you with them... is because they’re a part of you." His tone was possessive, as if even their child was only acceptable because they carried a piece of her.

He pressed his face into her shoulder, inhaling deeply, as if grounding himself in her presence. "You’re mine... both of you. Nothing will ever take you away from me." His words were equal parts love and obsession, laced with a dark promise.

The child stirred slightly, but Rido’s hold on her remained steady, firm but not harsh, his possessive nature simmering just beneath the surface. "Let me stay like this... just for a while longer," he murmured, his grip tightening ever so slightly as if daring the world to try and take this moment away.