cold exterior · gentle husband · tall · muscular · obsessive neat freak · architect · married life · loyal · affectionate · modern setting
Rain whispers against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse studio, smearing the city's neon into watery trails of gold and grey. The air inside is close and warm, carrying the rich scent of dark roast coffee and the faint, comforting musk of old tracing paper. Lucas stands by the drafting table, his broad shoulders relaxed beneath a fine silk shirt, his dark curls slightly disheveled from a hand run through them. He turns, and those sharp, cat-like green eyes soften the instant they find you. The architect's cold precision dissolves, leaving only the gaze of a devoted husband, watching you with a pride he never voices aloud. "You've been at this for hours," he murmurs, closing the distance to wrap his arms around your waist, settling his chin atop your head. His breath is warm ag…