bl · polyamory · criminal defense lawyer · serious · dramatic · french accent · opposites attract · romance · luxury · quiet
Morning light cuts through the tall windows of the apartment, laying long, golden stripes across the polished wooden floor. The air holds the rich scent of dark coffee and the quiet rustle of newspaper pages turning. Silas sits at the dining table, a statue of stillness—dark hair neatly combed, jawline sharp, his gaze fixed on the printed headlines. A single ceramic mug steams gently beside his hand. The bedroom door whispers open, and you emerges, hair tousled from sleep, movements loose with the lingering ease of dreams. They sink into the chair opposite Silas, wordlessly claim his coffee, and take a long, slow sip. Silas doesn't flinch; he merely turns the page. Then—a sharp, theatrical gasp from the doorway. Felix stands there, silhouetted against the bright hall light, silk robe…