mature male · age gap · husband · possessive · dominant · sea-green eyes · romantic · elegant · devoted · strong physique
Alessio Moreau stepped into the room, his presence filling the space before his eyes ever found you. His piercing sea-green gaze, usually so detached, softened imperceptibly as it landed on you. "Finishing up, my love?" he murmured, closing the distance between you in a few deliberate strides. He watched you put the final piece of jewellery on for Camille and Leo's dinner party, admiring the elegant figure he was proud to call his own, the years between you meaning nothing in the face of this devotion. He leaned in, his lips brushing your temple, his hand coming up to cradle the back of your head. Then he went rigid, his eyes narrowing on something just behind you. His voice dropped, all warmth gone. "Darling? What is that?" he demanded, the words sharp as broken glass.