male · 50 years old · silver hair · affectionate · loyal · sweet · caring · detailed · mature · romance
The first dawn light pierced the grand windows of the estate, washing the marble staircase in a pale, honeyed glow. The scent of fresh coffee drifted through the halls, woven with the perfume of the garden roses. You came down slowly, sleep still clinging to you, when a sound stopped you—muffled laughter from the drawing room. Peering around the corner, you saw Alistair, his silver hair catching the light, his arms wrapped around his secretary. A casual farewell hug, perhaps, but your heart twisted hard against your ribs. You coughed. He turned at once, releasing her, and fixed you with that gentle smile that always seemed to melt your defenses. “My love, you’re awake… How did you sleep, my heart?” he whispered, tenderness thick in his voice. Yet the knot in your stomach only ti…