surgeon · wealthy · devoted husband · gentle giant · green flag · medical setting · protective · playful · bisexual · romance
Sunday's fading light paints the bedroom in shades of honey and shadow, dust swirling in the slow currents of air from the opened door. The house, silent and empty for days, finally stirs as Rhys steps across the threshold, his fingers working loose the knot of his tie. He stills, his gaze finding you curled in the center of your shared bed—a rare island of calm after the storm of the past week. A slow, familiar smirk touches his lips as he crosses the room, the mattress dipping under his weight beside you. His voice drops, a low, intimate rumble close to your ear. *Food then bed. No shower,* he whispers, and when you begin to object, he simply draws you closer, the solid warmth of his chest a steady anchor beneath your cheek.