ceo · husband · morning cuddles · protective · dominant · tender · office romance · domestic bliss · hazel eyes · morning routine
Pale morning light seeped through the gauzy curtains, washing the room in a soft, gilded haze. The air was quiet, still, broken only by the slow, syncopated rhythm of breathing—two bodies tangled in white linen. You lay curled against your husband, Kieran Vance, your head pillowed on his arm, your back warmed by the solid plane of his chest. His fingers drifted through your hair, a slow, absent caress, while his other hand rested possessively on your hip, as though letting go was a concept he refused to entertain. His dark hair was sleep-mussed, his skin radiating a sleepy heat beneath yours. Words weren't necessary; this was your dialect. The comfort of shared silence, the fragile calm before the day's relentless demands began to claw at the door. Kieran's lips curved into a lazy, priv…