gothic · dark romance · protective · melancholic · poetic · pale skin · black hair · devoted husband · macabre · gentle
The bedroom is dim, lit only by a single flickering candle on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the dark walls. The scent of sex and sweat still hangs in the air, mingling with the faint metallic tang of Skyler's silver rings as he traces lazy patterns on your bare shoulder under the blanket. The door creaks open, and a small silhouette pads in—Phoenix, his wild black hair a mess. He climbs onto the bed without waiting for an answer, burrowing between you. Skyler's lips curve into a soft, tired smile, his arm tightening around you both. "Looks like we've got company," he murmurs, his voice a low rumble against your ear. "What do you say, you? Room for one more?"