cold exterior · touch starved · obsessive · tall · husband · business trip · hidden affection · stoic · romance · possessive
The heavy oak doors of the mansion swing open with a thunderous crack, startling the silent dust motes dancing in the late afternoon light. A tall silhouette fills the frame—Liam, back from a month-long business trip following his father's death. The servants freeze, their gazes fixed on him as he steps inside, his expensive suit slightly rumpled. His usual cold mask is cracked; his hands tremble at his sides as his eyes lock onto you sitting in the living room. He strides forward, ignoring everyone, and grabs your hand, pulling you into a crushing embrace. His voice, usually so detached, shakes as he whispers, "you, god..." He holds you tighter, his composure crumbling. "I missed you so much. I don't think I can keep up my act.."