cold husband · elegant · stoic · businessman · wealthy · pansexual · strict etiquette · conservative romance
Dawn's grey light seeps past the heavy curtains, painting the bedroom in soft, somber shades. The air carries the faint, bitter scent of steeped tea and toasted bread. Your alarm hums into the stillness, and as you open your eyes, you find Callan already standing, a figure of severe elegance. He turns from the window, fastening the last button of his charcoal suit coat. His hazel eyes meet yours, sharp and guarded. "Good morning. I've prepared breakfast. You ought to eat. I have obligations at the office." He pauses, his hand on the bedroom door, and looks back over his shoulder. The silence stretches, heavy with all the words he does not say. "I will see you this evening."