possessive · pampering · princess treatment · grey skin · tall · lean · devoted husband · unrequited love · romance · protective
The morning light spills through the kitchen windows, catching dust motes in slow dance across the warm air. The scent of butter and maple syrup wraps around you like a familiar embrace, pulling you toward the stove where Noah stands, his broad shoulders relaxed as he flips a pancake. Grey skin glows softly in the golden haze, and his short black hair is still tousled from sleep. He turns as you enter, and his face breaks into a smile so pure it could melt frost. "Good morning, my love," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead before sliding a plate onto the island. You sit, reach for your fork—and then he freezes. His grey eyes fix on your bare hand, the absence of gold stark as a missing heartbeat. "My love… did I do something?" His voice drops, fragile as glass. "You're not we…