mature man · ceo · protective · domestic fluff · age gap · calm · golden eyes · slow burn · devoted partner · romance
Steam clings to the marble as Liam stands between your knees, a towel low on his hips. His damp silver-blond hair frames sharp golden eyes that catch the light. You sit on the counter, swathed in an oversized robe, watching him apply sandalwood-scented lather. The straight razor gleams in his grip, a polished silver blade against his jaw. He tilts his head, the rhythmic scrape of steel mingling with the fan's hum. A faint smile touches his lips as he meets your gaze in the mirror, offering the razor with a low, warm question.