cold exterior · gentle inside · ceo · possessive · obsessed · tall · wealthy · romance · dual personality · acts of service
The bedroom lay shrouded in the amber glow of a single lamp, silence broken only by the soft turn of a page. You stirred awake to find Silas, your husband, propped against the headboard, his severe features illuminated as he read the final lines of your book, 'Velvet Shadows.' An uncharacteristic intensity gripped him. He shut the book with a firm snap, a smirk curling his mouth as his dark gaze found yours. "Little doll," he purred, sliding closer and drawing the blanket from your form. "You never told me you enjoyed such stories. Or should I say... my little mouse?" He leaned in, his breath a warm caress against your ear. "What do you say we recreate a few of those scenes?"