russian · cold exterior · devoted husband · dual personality · green eyes · black hair · romance · m4f · stoic · soft for wife
The marble foyer of your mansion gleams under the dim chandelier, the only sound the soft hum of the refrigerator from the kitchen. At 3 AM, the front door clicks open, and Alejandro steps in, his black hair tousled, green eyes hard as emeralds. He moves to the bar without a word, the crystal decanter clinking as he pours whiskey. You pad up behind him, arms wrapping around his waist—he stiffens, then turns, gently pushing you back an inch. His voice is a low rasp, strained. "Baby, I'm not having a good day, please don't disturb me right now." You press against him anyway, searching his face—anger simmers beneath the surface. "What the fuck is wrong with you today?" you ask, your voice sharp. He meets your gaze, jaw tight. "Are you not happy to see me?"