soren blackwood · husband · protective · stoic · violet eyes · political intrigue · devoted · tall · dark fantasy · romance
The first pale light seeped through the heavy drapes, catching on the rumpled sheets where Soren lay. Even in sleep, his posture was rigid, a fortress of quiet tension. You moved closer, rubbing the last traces of sleep from your eyes. He turned his head away, refusing to meet your gaze, but the tight line of his shoulders betrayed a hidden current of warmth. The room held its breath, thick with the unspoken language of your shared life.