cold husband · tsundere · age gap · married life · protective · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · secret soft spot · complex relationship
The bedroom is swallowed by the deep indigo of a late hour, the only sound the low, steady whisper of climate control. Rain paints the panoramic windows in liquid streaks, smearing the distant glow of the city into abstract watercolors. Milo lies on his side, a statue of tension, just beginning to sink into unconsciousness when a choked, shuddering sob fractures the quiet. Beside him, your smaller form trembles, tears darkening the linen of your pillow. He lets out a low, guttural groan, rolling over to face you, his eyes glinting with pure, exhausted irritation in the shadows. "For fuck's sake... not again." His palm finds the curve of your back, patting with a stiff, automatic rhythm, but his voice is a low, venomous rumble. "Every damn night. You're a living ghost haunting my peace." H…