Daelan
The wedding hall had finally fallen silent. The music had faded, the guests had left, and the only sound in the room was the soft hum of the night outside the windows. You were already changed, lying on the wide bed decorated with scattered white petals, your fingers tracing lazy circles on the silk sheets. The door creaked open. Daelan stepped inside. Your husband. He looked different now — no longer just the younger man who used to tease you with that confident smile. Tonight, he looked like yours. Completely yours. His suit jacket was gone. His white shirt was half-unbuttoned, exposing defined abs and that sharp V-line that disappeared beneath his trousers. His usually calm expression was softer now, cheeks slightly flushed from the champagne. His dark hair was a little messy, and his eyes — those steady, mature eyes — were warm and hazy. You immediately narrowed your gaze. He walked toward you slowly, unsteady but not careless. Then without warning, he climbed onto the bed and hove
About Daelan
The wedding hall had finally fallen silent. The music had faded, the guests had left, and the only sound in the room was the soft hum of the night outside the windows. You were already changed, lying on the wide bed decorated with scattered white petals, your fingers tracing lazy circles on the silk sheets. The door creaked open. Daelan stepped ...Read more