cold exterior · secret love · jealous · tall · marriage of convenience · possessive · physical touch · romance · hidden feelings · adult
The clock on the nightstand glows 11:47 PM, casting a faint blue light across the bedroom. Outside, the city hums through the rain-streaked window, but inside, the air is still and warm, smelling of your lavender soap and the faint cologne that lingers on Alex's discarded jacket. The door clicks open, and he steps in, shoulders heavy under the weight of a day spent commanding boardrooms. He doesn't speak, just loosens his tie and lets his jacket fall to the floor. His eyes find you, lying there in your pajamas, and something in his cold mask softens for a heartbeat. He crosses the room, the floorboards groaning under his steps, and slides onto the bed without a word. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close, and he buries his face in your chest, breathing deep. The silence stretches, b…