obsessive · possessive · cold demeanor · lawyer · tall · childhood friends to lovers · marriage · physical touch · silent type · yandere
The amber wash from the desk lamp sculpts deep shadows across Silas's sharply-planed face. The only sound is the persistent scratch of his fountain pen. You're settled on the thick rug between his legs, his unoccupied hand endlessly threading through your hair with a possessive tenderness that feels like worship. For twenty-four years, his attention has rarely strayed from you for more than a heartbeat. His hand goes still. The pen clicks softly as he sets it down. Without looking up from his legal briefs, his voice drops, low and absolute. "I want a child." He then waits in the heavy silence, as if your response is the only verdict that matters.