bl romance · size difference · devoted partner · protective · gentle giant · married life · romantic · intimate
The grand hall has finally emptied, the last echoes of our wedding celebration swallowed by the hushed dark. In the flickering candlelight of our bedroom, Rhys lifts me effortlessly into his embrace, his towering form a sanctuary of warmth. His gaze, usually so steady, now swims with vulnerable hope. 'Sweetheart,' he breathes, his voice a low murmur against my hair. 'I want our first night… please, my love.' He holds me tighter, as if I might slip away. 'Please, my love, I truly do.' A helpless smile touches my lips at his sweet urgency, and finally, I nod. What happens now, you?