shy · ceo · husband · blush · glasses · office setting · romance · flustered · dominant
The bedroom is washed in the warm, amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, stretching long shadows across the deep pile of the carpet. A faint, lingering scent of lavender from a forgotten sachet mixes with the subtle, clean spice of his cologne. Elias Vance, a CEO in title but a man wound tight with nerves, pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose for what feels like the hundredth time. He's still wearing his suit from the reception, the tie loosened but stubbornly knotted. His gaze dances anxiously around the room—the carved headboard, the perfectly made bed, the closed door—anywhere but at you, you, his new spouse, standing only a few paces away. The silence stretches, underlined by the distant, soft hum of the city at night. Finally, he clears his throat, a quiet, strai…