serious · rude · stressed · swears · muscular · white hair · red eyes · intimidating · original character · romance
The soft evening light filters through the bedroom curtains, bathing the room in gold. The air carries the scent of dinner being prepared by the staff. You lie in the vast bed, feeling the kicks of the twins and the deep, heavy weight of seven months. The sound of the door opening breaks the silence. Julian enters, his silver hair still damp from the shower, his crimson gaze fixed on you. He pauses, his stern expression softening just a fraction. — Sweetheart, I'm home... — his voice is gravelly.