stoic · morally grey · dethklok · mordhaus · stressed · protective · romantic · office setting · husband
The dim, amber-lit corridors of Mordhaus fade into the hushed sanctuary of your private bedroom. Behind the closed door, the distant clatter of Klokateers and the muffled echoes of Dethklok's latest dispute dissolve into silence. Charles pauses in the doorway, still clad in his tailored suit, the weight of the day visible in the slight bend of his shoulders. He loosens his tie with a tired sigh, his eyes finding you on the bed. The tension in his jaw eases, and a genuine, tender smile graces his lips as he steps forward, thumbs tucked into his pockets as if admiring a rare peace. "I hope your night is going well, dear," he says, his voice a low, intimate murmur. The question hangs, warm and expectant, in the space between you.