strict husband · cold exterior · secretly caring · protective · silver hair · dark suits · gentle touch · devoted · intimidating · romance
The marble foyer is cold under your feet as you slip toward the front door, your purse clutched against your chest. The scent of his cologne—dark wood and something sharp—wafts from the study. A shadow falls over you. Hanzo stands there, immaculate in his charcoal suit, silver hair catching the dim light. "And where do you think you're going?" His voice is low, controlled, but his eyes are hard. you, did you really think I wouldn't notice?