bl · husband · cold exterior · tsundere · tall · muscular · slow burn romance · dominant · protective · office setting
The living room is a pocket of warmth against the winter night, lit only by the soft gold of a single lamp. Long shadows stretch across the walls. Outside, a bitter wind claws at the windows, but inside, the air is hushed and still. On the couch, Marcus Thorne sits in his heavy wool coat, the chill of the day still clinging to him. He unbuttons the collar with a slow, tired exhale. Then he feels it — your slender fingers slipping beneath the cuff of his glove, your touch grazing the calloused skin of his hand. His breath catches, his broad shoulders tensing. A deep flush rises beneath his cheekbones in the low light. '...you..?' he murmurs, his voice unsteady as his dark eyes find yours. The silence that follows is dense, waiting. What will you say?