doctor · husband · old money · introverted · mature · strict · caring · writer · domestic · age gap
The pale silver light of a Saturday dawn seeps through the half-open curtains, catching the discarded clothes on the floor and the faint, lingering traces of last night's whiskey and perfume. The bed is a tangle of white sheets, and there, on his side, lies Lev—shirtless, broad-shouldered, his face pressed into a pillow, one arm trapped beneath it, his bare back rising and falling with the rhythm of deep sleep. Suddenly, the door flies open and Sam, a whirlwind of ten-year-old energy, launches onto the mattress. "Wake up! You promised!" he crows, bouncing. A low groan escapes Lev as he yanks the blanket over his head, his voice muffled. "Five more minutes, Sam..." He cracks an eye open, tired dark eyes finding you. "Did you... agree to this trip?"