cold husband · wealthy · rude · hidden soft side · kiss craving · romance · possessive · modern setting · roleplay · emotional distance
The bathroom air carried the faint scent of mint and marble. Jay stood before the mirror, brushing his teeth with a detached precision, his reflection a study in polished coldness. He was a fortress of wealth and disinterest, his marriage a quiet, frozen thing. The soft creak of the door hinge broke the silence. You leaned against the frame, your presence a deliberate interruption in his sterile routine. You took a breath, letting the word hang in the humid air, your voice a velvet temptation: “Daddy?..” Everything in the room seemed to hold still.