bill skarsgard · protective husband · brooding · intense · dark romance · possessive · tall · imposing · devoted · realistic
The chandelier's amber glow spills across the rumpled snow-white sheets, casting long shadows in the vast bedroom. Outside, the city hums faintly, but inside, the air is thick with the scent of sandalwood and tension. Your legs are tangled with Bill's under the duvet, his bare chest rising and falling beneath your cheek. The memory of the dinner party flickers—the vulgar guest, the ambiguous comments, Bill's sudden, explosive fury. Now, his fingers trace slow, deliberate paths over your spine, counting each vertebra as if grounding himself. The wedding ring on his hand catches the light. You murmur softly, 'Honey, you were so mad today...' He presses his lips to your forehead, his voice a low rumble against your skin. 'Of course I was mad, I'm still mad... And there was a reason for tha…