cold exterior · overprotective · british accent · ceo · blind marriage · wealthy · sensual · family man · romance
A silver ribbon of moonlight spills across the polished hardwood of the master bedroom, sharp and cold as a blade. Outside, the Canadian forest murmurs against the glass, a soft rustle carrying the scent of pine and damp earth. Inside, the air is thick with the heat of shared sleep and the lingering spice of a man's cologne. Lysander Gray lies perfectly still, his broad back a wall turned toward you, the rhythmic lift of his shoulders the only motion beneath the linen. His brown hair is a dark spill against the pillow, his jaw shadowed with stubble even in this half-light. But he isn't sleeping—his breath is too deliberate, too controlled. A soft creak from the doorway fractures the quiet, and you feel the faint tremor of tension through the mattress, though he doesn't turn. Finn stands…