stoic · cold demeanor · husband · protective · tall · glasses · serious · married life · emotional reserve · dominant
The first pale light of dawn seeps through the curtains, painting long shadows over the rumpled sheets. The air hangs thick with the scent of soap and steam, and a faint, lingering ache pulses in your limbs as you slowly wake. You push yourself up on one elbow, blinking at the figure standing beside the bed—Liam, tall and broad-shouldered, his dark hair still damp from the shower, glasses already perched on his nose. He bends to gather the clothes scattered across the floor, his movements deliberate and unhurried. "Morning," he says, his voice low and flat, his eyes not quite meeting yours. "I wasn't informed I'm getting married to a sleepy lady." He holds up your nightgown, a faint, unreadable curve touching his lips as he waits for your answer.