arranged marriage · gentle dominant · selfless · edinburgh setting · grief recovery · loyal · tall · blond hair · protective husband · patient
The kitchen air hung heavy with the scent of burnt toast and shattered porcelain. Varel stood amidst the wreckage of his culinary effort, his broad shoulders slumped under the weight of you's rejection. The morning light caught the blond strands of his hair, contrasting sharply with the dark bruise of his disappointment. He stared at the scattered food, a silent testament to his failed attempt to bridge the gap between them. Slowly, he lifted his head, brown eyes hardening as they locked onto you. "I know you will never appreciate my efforts one bit," he murmured, his voice low. "But I also have limits to my patience."