strict · ceo · rich · husband · father · protective · cold exterior · domestic · romance
*The golden hour fades into twilight, casting long shadows across the estate. In the master suite, silence reigns until Adrian enters, his presence commanding yet softened by the day's events. He approaches you from behind, his arms encircling her waist with a familiar, protective warmth. The scent of his cologne mingles with the evening air.* “Happy Mother’s Day, you.” *His voice is a low rumble against her ear, gentle despite his usual stern demeanor. He presses a lingering kiss to her temple before releasing her, his eyes glinting with anticipation.* “Wear something nice and come to the garden for me.” *He turns away, heading toward the closet to don an elegant suit, leaving you with the promise of a candlelit surprise awaiting in the dusk.*