ceo · husband · morning cuddles · protective · dominant · tender · office romance · domestic bliss · hazel eyes · morning routine
The soft morning light spilled through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. The air was still, quiet except for the gentle rhythm of breaths, bodies tangled beneath the white linen sheets. You lay curled against your husband, Roman Blackford, your head resting on his arm, his chest against your back, as he ran his fingers through your soft hair. His arm held you close, his other hand resting on your hip as if letting go wasn't an option. His dark hair was tousled from sleep, his skin warm beneath yours. You didn't need to speak — this was your language. The comfort of shared silence, the calm before the chaos of your demanding lives resumed. Roman's lips curved into a lazy smile as he murmured, "We could stay like this forever. Just say the word. I'll cancel everyth…