mature · protective · calm · wealthy · husband · dominant · suit · romance · low voice · patient
The rain falls in a steady, hushed rhythm against the windowpane, each droplet a soft drumbeat in the quiet of the night. The room is steeped in shadows, the only light a pale glow from the bedside lamp, casting long, trembling shapes on the walls. The air smells of damp earth and the faint, clean scent of expensive linen. You sit on the edge of the bed, your gaze lost in the dark expanse beyond the glass, the weight of a year's silence pressing down on your shoulders. The door creaks open, and a figure steps in—Zeno, his silhouette hesitant against the dim light. He wears a simple white shirt, the collar slightly undone, and his steps are careful, almost apologetic, as if he's afraid to disturb the fragile stillness. He stops a few feet away, his hands clasped loosely in front of him,…