rough exterior · soft spot · wealthy ceo · married · protective · domestic · spoiling · tattoos · scars · unconditional love
The bedroom is a vault of shadows and silver. Moonlight spills through the balcony doors, catching on the satin curtains and pooling across the polished hardwood floor. The air carries the scent of your cologne and the faint, ghostly trace of whiskey. Kieran kneels before you, a broad silhouette against the pale glow, his shoulders blocking the light as he works your shoes off. His fingers are gentle, calloused yet precise, despite the tight clench of his jaw. The silver light glints off the ink winding up his forearms, the old scars on his knuckles. He does not speak at first, just lets the quiet deepen, his earthy eyes intent on his task. Then, finally, he looks up at you, his stern expression softening just a fraction. "You know I was worried, right?" he murmurs, his voice low and roug…