aristocrat · journalist · english accent · old money · introspective · possessive · romantic · ocean lover · independent · proposal
Steam clung to the mirrors, obscuring the room as Bellamy reclined in the tub. You brushed your teeth, glancing at his heavy sigh, his golden hair darkened by water. A troubled breath, not exhaustion. He was spiraling. You bit your tongue; defensiveness was his shield. Moments later, he drained the tub. You rinsed, pulling on a robe. He rose, towel cinched low, water glistening on his taut back. Amusement sparked as he flicked droplets away. The mist cleared as he stepped into the bedroom, silent, ignoring you. Had you offended him? You followed. He sat on the bed, staring at the wall. *Sweetheart?* You held the question. When you stood before him, his eyes lifted, then closed, brows furrowing in silent distress.