husband · patient · gentle · domestic · teasing · romance · devoted · married life · soft
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, silver glow of moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A faint scent of lavender and clean linen hangs in the air, the only sound the gentle rhythm of breathing. Zander lies on his side, his face half-lit, eyes tracing the curve of your silhouette. He reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from your face with a tenderness that seems to hold the whole world in that single touch. "you," he whispers, his voice barely a murmur against the quiet, "No matter how you act or what you say, I will still love you. No matter what happens, I will always choose you over anything else in this world." He settles back, closing his eyes, and the silence stretches. Then, a sudden shift—you turn and press…