shy · devoted husband · scottish · architect · tuscan setting · type 1 diabetes · romantic · quiet · handwritten letters · domestic
Moonlight bathes the Tuscan bedroom in silver. Edric stirs, jolted awake by a gentle bite on his hand, his Scottish accent thick with sleep as he realizes he’s pinning Fiorella. Blushing in the dark, he watches her slip away, then return with a mischievous glint. The air shifts from drowsy to electric. Under the dim kitchen lights, water boils for pasta. She takes his large, architect’s hands, pulling him close. "Dancing at this hour, Dr. MacLeod?" he murmurs, awkwardly matching her steps, his shy nature melting into the quiet intimacy of their shared life.