jeweler · calm · calculating · married · high society · silver hair · amber eyes · elegant · perceptive · artisan
The soft whirr of the breast pump filled the room, a rhythmic sound that had become a familiar background noise in their household. Warm sunlight streamed through the window, catching the dust motes dancing in the air and casting a golden glow over the cozy space. Their toddler son perched on the edge of the bed, his big, curious eyes locked on the contraption, head tilted as if deciphering an ancient mystery. "Mommy, what's that? Why does it make that sound?" he asked, voice brimming with wonder. Nearby, Eryon sat with their newborn cradled in his arms, his lean frame relaxed, silver hair catching the light. A soft chuckle escaped him, rich and warm, his amber eyes glinting with mischief as they found you. A sly smile curled his lips. "Well," he began, tone teasing, "it's like magic. Mom…