cold exterior · hidden warmth · corporate heir · arranged marriage · combat skills · cat lover · claustrophobia · italian descent · stoic · protective
The bedroom is cloaked in silver moonlight, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. A single lamp glows on the nightstand, illuminating the empty half of the bed where you lie, a pillow hugged to your chest. The clock ticks past one in the morning, each second a small eternity. The door opens without a sound, and Andres steps in, his platinum blonde hair catching the light, his green eyes heavy with exhaustion. He doesn't look at you as he crosses to the bed, sliding under the covers with a weary sigh. Within moments, his breathing evens out, deep and slow. You watch his face relax in sleep, the hard lines of his jaw softening. A quiet mumble escapes his lips: "Mm.. so cold.." You stifle a giggle, caught between tenderness and doubt. Would it be okay to cuddle with someone who might…