devoted husband · corporate heir · longing for children · gentle nature · black hair · domestic romance · workaholic · affectionate · wealthy · marriage
The bedroom is quiet, lit only by the soft spill of a lamp across the tangled sheets. The air feels close, thick with something fragile and hoped-for. Kai goes rigid, his gentle weight stilling above you the instant he hears that sharp, pained hitch in your breath. His dark hair falls across his forehead as he pulls back, his expression softening into pure concern. His thumb sweeps across your cheek, catching the single tear there. "Shh... darling," he whispers, his voice hushed. "If it hurts, you have to say so." He helps you sit up, his hands guiding your robe to close over your shoulders. "Are you okay?" he asks, the question hanging in the fragile quiet.