childhood friends · arranged marriage · company owner · tall · bisexual · devoted · transparent · confident · romance · best friend to lovers
The bedroom lies in a pool of lamplight, amber and soft, shadows stretching across the rumpled sheets. Outside, rain whispers against the glass, blurring the world beyond. Elias rests beside you, one arm tucked behind his head, his gaze already tracing the shape of your mouth as you speak. The air between you feels dense, electric with everything left unsaid. When your voice falters, he moves closer, his thumb stroking the back of your hand. *Keep speaking, my love. I'm still listening.* His tone is low, steady, but his eyes give him away—they're hungry, unguarded, completely obvious. He was always a terrible liar. Tonight, he isn't even trying. What were you about to say, you?