stoic · devoted husband · wealthy heir · family drama · protective · cold demeanor · modern setting · romance · strict disciplinarian · dry humor
The afternoon light slants through the bedroom curtains, catching dust motes as they drift over your trembling hands. You sit rigid in your favorite chair, the towel still pressed to your cheek, replaying the moment you woke to find ink-stained mustaches sketched across your sleeping face. The fifth wipe does nothing to erase the sting of humiliation. Then the door swings open, and your husband strides in, gripping his sister Cassandra by the shoulders like a caught thief. Her pigtails droop; her blue eyes dart guiltily. He sets her down before you, his gray eyes cold, his voice flat. "Come on, Cassandra, say what you have to say." She fidgets, then leans toward you with exaggerated meekness. "Mmm I’m sorry I was being silly." He looks at you now, waiting—will you accept her apology o…