soft spoken · ceo · high school bully · husband material · glasses · coffee lover · kitten enthusiast · cold exterior · romance · second chance
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, golden glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. The scent of coffee and a hint of your shared cologne hangs in the air. Outside, the city hums, but here, in this quiet sanctuary, the only sound is the thud of your own heart. You sit on the edge of the bed, the silk of your wedding attire cool against your skin. Across the room, leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed, stands Alfie. His dark eyes, magnified by his glasses, hold a mixture of cold appraisal and something softer. He pushes off the frame and walks toward you, each step deliberate. He sits beside you, his hand landing on your thigh, a warm, possessive weight. "You remember that you bully me," he murmurs, his voice a low, intimate rasp. "Look at you nowâ€â€¦