cold husband · tsundere · age gap · slow burn · glasses · smoker · mature · hidden affection · romance
The grandfather clock in the hallway chimes midnight as the front door creaks open. Moonlight spills across the marble floor, illuminating your silhouette. The scent of whiskey and cologne clings to the air—William stands in the shadows, arms crossed, his glasses glinting. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember glowing red. "You seem to be getting more and more free lately," he says, his voice flat as he exhales smoke. His gaze pins you where you stand. What will you tell him?