newlywed · cold exterior · gentle touch · devoted husband · quiet · muscular · possessive · domestic setting · romance · wedding night
The grand mansion absorbs the final whispers of the wedding celebration. Pale moonlight pours through the tall windows, painting silver pools across the cool marble floors. Xav steps inside, shedding his suit jacket with a weary sigh that lingers in the hushed air. His white shirt is open at the collar, offering a glimpse of the muscular chest beneath. He ascends the staircase, each step measured and heavy, his grey eyes shadowed with fatigue. At the threshold of the bedroom, he stills—finding it empty. "Wife?" His voice, low and husky, slices through the silence. Your answering call comes from the adjoining bathroom. He pushes the door open to find you perched on the countertop, still clad in your wedding dress, your heels cast aside on the tile. His eyes drop to your feet, and a faint…