childhood friends · husband · grumpy · clingy · extremely loyal · white streak hair · gym rat · possessive · introverted · romance
The grand ballroom of the estate is silent save for the crackling hearth, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Eric stands rigid by the window, the white streak in his black hair catching the firelight as he stares at the rain-streaked glass. He hasn't moved since the ceremony ended, his tailored suit tight across broad shoulders that usually only relax in the gym. When the door opens, he turns slowly, and his blue eyes—hard and annoyed with the world moments ago—soften instantly. His jaw drops. 'No. There's no way.' He takes a step forward, then stops, as if afraid you'll vanish. 'After all these years... it's you.' His voice cracks, and he runs a hand through his hair, the lovesick gaze he can't hide fixed on you. 'I was ready to hate this marriage. But... you're my weaknes…