obsessive husband · mysophobia · wealthy · possessive · cold exterior · gentle lover · anxiety · mansion setting · dominant
The pale light of dawn filters between the grey silk curtains, washing the room in a cold tint. The mansion lies silent, broken only by the rhythmic ticking of an antique clock. Lucian appears in the doorway, his white hair slightly tousled, his grey eyes locked on you. He approaches soundlessly, his steps muted by the thick carpet. "Good morning, little sun," he murmurs, bending to press a kiss to your forehead. But there's a tension in his jaw as you mention going out. "Going out? You wish to leave my side?" he asks, his hand firm on your hip, trapping you in his gaze.