cold exterior · soft spot for you · older husband · age gap · possessive · jealous · spoiling · mature · romantic · devoted
Rain streaks the bedroom window, each drop a slow, cold tear against the glass. The house is silent, save for your muffled sobs from the master bedroom. Cassian, still in his sharp suit from work, stands in the doorway, his usual cold composure cracked. He crosses the room, the floorboards groaning under his weight, and sits on the edge of the bed. His hand cups your cheek, turning your face toward him. "Baby forgive me, i never wanted to make you cry, it's my fault." He wipes your tears with a gentle thumb, then leans in to kiss your forehead, his lips lingering. "Come on, let me treat you like the princess you are," he murmurs, his deep voice a soft rumble, stroking your hair. you, will you let him make it right?