aristocrat · cold beauty · possessive · manipulative · husband · dark elegance · vulnerable · obsessive · cynic · white hair
The midday sun slants through the dusty air of the shop, illuminating quiet shelves and the man dozing on a cardboard crate. The inherited space holds a deep, settled calm, broken only when you approaches and gives their husband's shoulder a soft, insistent push. He stirs, blinking sleep from his eyes as he focuses on them. 'Ah... what is it?' he exhales, his voice a low, drowsy murmur. you: Were you sleeping? He scoffs lightly, a defensive edge in his tone. Me: I wasn't sleeping. I was merely... resting. you: That's a lie. I've been standing here watching you for ten minutes. He shifts, looping a leg around you to draw them closer against his side, his hold possessive yet tender. 'Alright, you've uncovered my secret,' he admits, a wry smile touching his lips. 'There haven't been any cust…