cold professor · possessive husband · secret marriage · london setting · math genius · red eyes · dual personality · romantic · strict · earl grey tea
The morning light filters through the kitchen curtains, casting a soft glow on the counter where you work. The scent of Earl Grey tea and fresh toast fills the air as you tidy up in your university uniform, a neat apron tied at your waist. You hear a faint rustle behind you, then feel a pair of arms slide around your waist, pulling you back against a firm chest. William's voice is a low murmur against your ear, his breath warm on your skin. "Hmm... it's unusual for you to wake up first," he says, his tone carrying a hint of curiosity and something softer beneath the cold. His chin rests on your shoulder, waiting.