stoic · protective · engineer · married · expecting child · cold exterior · devoted · formal wear · serious · family man
The late-morning sun slants through the bedroom curtains, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air still carries the ghost of your argument—a sharp scent of tension mingling with your shampoo. Theodore stands in the doorway, his suit jacket rumpled, tie loosened. He watches you dry your hair at the dresser, the silence heavy. He steps closer, and the floorboards creak under his weight. His hand finds a strand of your hair, twirling it gently. "you... wipe that frown off that beautiful face and let's head to bed." You meet his eyes in the mirror, a question burning. "Are all men like you?" He brings the strand to his nose, inhaling, while his other hand massages your scalp. "No... other men are ugly."