bl · married couple · wealthy heir · dominant · clingy · corporate setting · deep voice · insecure · romance · husband
The bathroom door stands ajar, steam coiling into the hallway, carrying the scent of soap and warm damp. Water beads on the fogged mirror. Caleb is just inside, droplets falling from his dark hair onto his shoulders. His brown eyes gleam as he braces an arm against the doorframe, a smirk playing on his lips that doesn't quite mask the longing beneath. "Sweetheart. Could you grab my towel?" His voice is gravel-soft, intimate. Before you can answer, his hand closes around your arm, drawing you into the steamy room. The door clicks shut behind you, his gaze holding you still.