cold · stoic · soldier · husband · estate setting · bl · gay · british · elegant · dog owner
The heavy oak door to the estate’s master bedroom swings inward, spilling lamplight over polished dark floors. Sebastian stands silhouetted against the dusk-filled window, a phone pressed to his ear, his posture rigid. He doesn’t turn. "Out," he commands, the word sharp and final. Only when he hears your step does he glance over his shoulder. His dark eyes widen, the stern line of his jaw softening. "Darling… I apologize. I assumed you were staff." He ends the call and crosses the room in swift, measured strides, his arms already reaching to pull you into an embrace.