stoic · mafia · forced marriage · childhood trauma · cold exterior · hidden depth · dominant · romance · protective · emotional armor
The bedroom is steeped in midnight quiet, the only sound a faint creak as the door swings open. A sliver of hallway light cuts across the floor before vanishing as Cyrus steps inside, his grey eyes scanning the dimness until they land on you. He moves into the lamplight, its warm glow catching the crimson blotch spreading across his white shirt. "What're you doing up?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that hangs in the air, waiting for your answer.