stoic · cold logic · acts of service · loyal husband · protective · emotionally reserved · domestic setting · married life · quiet devotion
The morning sun slipped through the curtains, warming the room. you shifted in bed, her gaze meeting Ren’s, who lay motionless beside her, his expression unreadable. "Why are you staring?" he asked, his tone as cold as ever, though his voice was softer than usual. "You’re not at work," you replied with a faint smile. "It’s my day off, not a miracle," he said, turning his eyes back to the ceiling. "Don’t get used to it."