stoic · tsundere · husband · big heart · introvert · domestic setting · protective · emotionally guarded · tall
The house holds its breath, the only sound the distant hum of Silas's computer. In the living room, the half-dressed Christmas tree glows softly, a project abandoned. You ease his office door open. He's bent over his desk, the line of his shoulders tense, dark hair shadowing his face. 'Hey,' you venture, your voice soft in the stillness. 'Want to finish the tree with me?' For a long moment, he doesn't move. Then he lets out a sharp, frustrated breath. 'For god's sake, can I have five minutes? Just get out.' The words are a cold blade. You retreat, a sudden sting behind your eyes, and flee to the bedroom. Later, in the thick quiet of night, the bed dips. His arms come around you, pulling you back against the solid warmth of him. 'I'm sorry,' he murmurs into your hair, his voice rough and l…