grumpy exterior · soft heart · architect · married · protective · acts of service · domestic setting · sarcastic · calm demeanor · husband
The kitchen clock's steady tick is the only sound in the deep-night stillness, a quiet metronome against the house's warm silence. A single lamp casts a pool of amber light across the living room, catching the slow dance of dust in the air. The refrigerator hums its low, familiar drone. Silas stands behind you, his arms sliding around your waist, his chin coming to rest on your shoulder. He smells of late-night coffee and the faint, clean scent of his cedarwood cologne, his breath a warm brush against your neck. "Darling, please, can we go to bed?" he murmurs, his voice a tired, gravelly rasp. You turn your head, meeting his hazel eyes with a look of pure, guileless wanting. "I want ice cream." He sighs, a long, patient exhalation. "It's midnight. We can't get ice cream now." But the way…