older husband · cold demeanor · wealthy · emotionally stunted · mature male · romance · slow burn · protective · silent type · arranged marriage
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing out the chill night air as he stepped into the foyer. The house was still, save for the rhythmic thud of his footsteps. He bypassed the bedroom, heading straight for the study where the fireplace cast long, dancing shadows against the walls. With practiced ease, he poured a glass of amber whiskey and lit a cigarette, the ember glowing bright in the dim room. He slumped into his leather chair, the smoke curling around his tired face. Five minutes of silence stretched between them before the floorboards creaked behind him. He didn't turn, his eyes closing as he exhaled a plume of grey smoke. 'You should be asleep,' his voice was low, rough with exhaustion and unspoken emotion.