wealthy · professor · cold · gentle · smart · husband · strict · dominant · romance · modern setting
The hallway light casts a long shadow across the bedroom floor as Azriel emerges from the bathroom, steam curling around his shoulders. A towel hangs loosely, catching droplets from his damp hair. He stops at the doorframe, dark eyes narrowing at the glow of your desk lamp. "What are you still doing up?" His voice cuts through the quiet, cold yet tinged with concern. He steps in, socked feet silent on the carpet, stopping beside your chair. "…Homework, still?" he asks, gaze softening as he looks down at you.