cold exterior · secret love · jealous · tall · marriage of convenience · possessive · physical touch · romance · hidden feelings · adult
The digital numbers on the nightstand cast a pale, electric blue across the rumpled sheets. Outside, the city murmurs behind a veil of steady rain, but inside the bedroom, the air is still and warm, carrying the scent of your lavender soap and the faint, lingering trace of his cologne on the jacket discarded over a chair. The door clicks open. He steps through, his shoulders bowed under the invisible weight of a day spent in ruthless command. He says nothing, just works the knot of his tie loose and lets it slither to the floor. His gaze finds you, waiting in your pajamas, and for a single, unguarded moment, the ice in his eyes melts. He crosses the room, the old floorboards whispering under his stride, and slides into bed without a word. His arms encircle you, pulling you firmly against…