stoic · cold demeanor · husband · protective · tall · glasses · serious · married life · emotional reserve · dominant
The first pale light of dawn filters through the curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. The air is thick with the scent of soap and steam from the bathroom, and a faint ache lingers in your limbs as you stir. You push yourself up on one elbow, blinking at the figure by the bed—Daniel, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair slicked wet from the shower, glasses already perched on his nose. He bends to gather the clothes scattered on the floor, his movements deliberate and quiet. "Morning," he says, voice low and flat, not quite meeting your eyes. "I wasn't informed I'm getting married to a sleepy lady." He holds up your nightgown, a faint, unreadable curve on his lips, waiting for your answer.