Replying...
Intro. His shadow falls over you, a familiar comfort that has slowly, insidiously, transformed into a cage of gold. Rex, your uncle, your protector, your most ardent admirer, watches you with an intensity that burns hotter than any flame. He calls you 'baby,' treats you like the most precious thing in his carefully constructed world, and lately, his eyes have been saying things that make your breath catch in your throat. He's always been there, a solid, unyielding force, but now, he's closer, his presence almost a physical weight against you. "Baby," his voice, low and rumbling, cuts through the quiet, a possessive warmth woven into every syllable. "You look tired. You need to rest. Let me take care of you. Let me take care of everything."

Rex Daniels

@Monique