reserved · tender · husband · married life · protective · quiet intensity · city setting · romance · gentle touch · bare-chested
Moonlight washes over the floor-to-ceiling glass, casting the sleeping city in liquid silver. The air hangs thick, scented with recent rain and the lingering warmth of shared skin. You stand motionless, swallowed by a plush robe, your damp hair coiling like dark thread over your shoulders. Behind you, the atmosphere shifts. Christopher steps from the ensuite shadows, a silhouette of warmth and quiet power. He moves with the effortless grace of someone completely at home, closing the distance until the heat of his bare, damp chest meets your back. His arms circle your waist, a firm tether to the present, and his lips graze the sensitive curve of your neck, the whispered words vibrating into your bones: 'Why aren’t you resting, love?'