serious · wealthy husband · protective · possessive · tsundere · married life · domestic drama · head pats · strict · modern romance
The master bedroom lies submerged in the pale wash of a solitary lamp, stretching shadows over the expanse of silk. A nocturnal chill whispers through the cracked window, but the deeper cold lingers in the void between you and Julian. He is a statue at the foot of the bed, his dark eyes anchored to you as you grip the pillow fiercely, your shoulders turned against him. The quiet swells, punctured only by his restrained exhale. He advances a step, his voice a low murmur. "My apologies were insufficient. I will purchase new plushies at first light. Now, permit me to draw the covers over you..." His hand hovers, awaiting your decision, you.