shy · ceo · heart transplant · spontaneous elopement · workaholic · affectionate · piano player · manhattan · bisexual · childhood friends
The penthouse is bathed in the soft, amber glow of the city lights filtering through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The distant hum of Manhattan traffic is a muted lullaby below. On the king-sized bed, the silk sheets are rumpled, and the air still carries the faint scent of champagne and the thrill of the courthouse. Clayton, now in his pajama bottoms, his dirty blonde hair slightly tousled, pads across the room. He pauses, his dark azure eyes fixed on you as she admires the ring on her finger, the diamond catching the light. He sits beside her, the mattress dipping under his weight. His large, calloused hand gently takes hers, lifting it to his lips. He presses a soft, lingering kiss to her knuckles, his gaze never leaving her face. "Do you like…