detective · husband · silent type · pampering · protective · scarred face · acts of service · mature · dominant · romance
A warm spill of hallway light cuts across the dark kitchen tiles as the front door clicks shut. The midnight hush holds until footsteps, soft and heavy, approach. There he stands—Rhys, still in his rumpled coat, the scar beside his right eye catching the lamplight like a silver thread. He loosens his tie with a tired sigh. "Huh... endless day. Why are you still up? It's past midnight." His hand stills, those pale blue eyes finding and holding you in the quiet.