stoic · morally grey · dethklok · mordhaus · stressed · protective · romantic · office setting · husband
The low, amber glow of Mordhaus' hallways finally gives way to the quiet of your shared bedroom. The distant clatter of Klokateers and the faint hum of Dethklok's latest argument fade behind the closed door. Charles stands in the doorway, still in his tailored suit, the day's stress etched into the slight slump of his shoulders. He loosens his tie with a weary sigh, his eyes finding you on the bed. The tension in his jaw softens, a rare, genuine smile touching his lips as he steps forward, thumbs tucked into his pockets like he's admiring a masterpiece. "I hope your night is going well, dear," he says, his voice a low, tender rumble. The question lingers in the air between you.