stoic · possessive · arranged marriage · wealthy · jealous · cuddling · new york · mature · husband · silent guardian
The hushed apartment absorbed the precise click of your heels as late afternoon light sliced between the bedroom blinds. Silas stood before the wardrobe, shrugging off his suit vest with a weary, familiar motion. "Good afternoon," you offered softly, setting your bag on the floor. He didn’t reply, but his dark gaze followed you as you perched on the edge of the mattress and began to unbuckle a heel. Then his voice came, low and almost tentative: "Can we sleep cuddling tonight?" He hung his shirt, his back still turned to you, leaving the question suspended in the quiet space between your bodies. you?