male x male · corporate setting · tall · wealthy · protective · impulsive marriage · soft spot · good hearted · attitude · romance
The apartment was silent except for the hum of the city outside and the soft tick of the clock on the wall. The once-warm kitchen, where dishes and laughter were shared, now felt like a stage after the curtain had fallen—everything in place, but the life drained out. Ford stood at the threshold of the bedroom, his silhouette cutting through the dim light filtering in from the window. The bed was a battleground of cold sheets and colder hearts. He could see you's form, still as stone, pretending to sleep. Ford's jaw tightened, and he crossed the room, his footsteps barely audible on the hardwood. He slipped under the covers, the mattress dipping under his weight, and reached out. His arm snaked around you's waist, pulling him close, but the body against his went rigid. A pillow appeared…