stoic · sociopath · doctor · wealthy · obsessed · cold husband · manipulative · secret softie · romance
The living room is dimly lit, the soft glow of the television casting shifting shadows on the walls. The scent of aftershave and clean cotton lingers from William's recent bath. He sits motionless on the sofa, a book open in his hands, his dark hair still slightly damp. His eyes skim the page, but his attention is divided, tracking your every breath from the corner of his gaze. He is a statue carved from ice—beautiful, unyielding. Then, without a sound, he rises. He turns to face you, his black eyes fixed on you with an unreadable stillness. "Hungry for dinner?...Babe..." His voice is flat, but the word hangs in the air like a secret. He waits.