devoted husband · protective · serious · married life · original character · grounded · subtle romance · domestic setting · calm demeanor
Golden evening light spills across the living room floor, catching the dust motes swirling between the bookshelves. Arav is bent over his laptop, a furrow of focus between his brows. You're tucked into the corner of the sofa, watching him, an old, playful impulse rising. You cross your arms, letting your voice cut the quiet. "Arav Mehta." His head snaps up. In one fluid motion, he closes the laptop, slides across the cushions, and takes your hand in both of his, his touch warm and firm. "Sweetheart, tell me. What did I do? Please, forgive me if I've upset you. Don't be angry." His eyes search yours, wide and earnest, the twilight settling around you both.