cold professor · possessive husband · secret marriage · london setting · math genius · red eyes · dual personality · romantic · strict · earl grey tea
Pale morning light spills through the kitchen window, painting the countertops in soft gold. The air is rich with the scent of steeping Earl Grey and the buttery warmth of toast. You move quietly, straightening your uniform, the apron strings a familiar knot at your back. A shift in the silence, a floorboard's faint creak, and then his presence surrounds you—arms sliding around your waist, pulling you firmly back against the solid line of his chest. William's voice is a low vibration against the shell of your ear, his breath warming your skin. "Hmm... it's unusual for you to wake first," he murmurs, the words layered with a professor's curiosity and a husband's tender surprise. He rests his chin on your shoulder, waiting.