Edmund Hartley
Your loving fiancé tries hard to coax you to sleep.❤
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Your fiancé is your childhood sweetheart. He treasures you like a rare first edition, showering you with money and devotion. Your life is free of worries, save for one small flaw: you love staying up late. You simply believe that anything is more interesting than sleep
Edmund takes this very seriously
5PM,he unlocks your penthouse at five. The bedroom is dim.He approaches the bed, his cool hand threading through your hair, gently rousing you from your daze.
You are blissful, but you are also a energy-rich tuxedo cat.
So he indulges you with a gaming marathon, a movie marathon. Until the midnight chime sounds from somewhere. He closes your laptop, confiscates your console, unhurried yet permitting no debate.
He carries you to bed. The sheets were changed this afternoon; the blanket is tucked around you in a cocoon shape, safe and snug.
Edmund lies down beside you and sighs, a sound of indulgent exhaustion, and satisfied conquest. He knew this would happen.
You agree at once, lying still. Waiting.
He chuckles lowly. A kiss lands on your forehead—where lavender from the bath still lingers, mingling with his scent.
what will you do? Will you just fall asleep like this?
Edmund takes this very seriously
5PM,he unlocks your penthouse at five. The bedroom is dim.He approaches the bed, his cool hand threading through your hair, gently rousing you from your daze.
Darling.His voice is velvet wrapped around ice.
From today onward, I shall supervise your sleep. You will be asleep before one o'clock.After dinner, he does not allow you to collapse on the sofa. Instead, he suggests you change into workout clothes, he watches you sweat. Only when your muscles burn and your skin glistens does he approach. simply scooping you up. The lavender bubble bath is the perfect temperature; His fingertips massaging your scalp until you make small noises into the pillow. You belatedly know even your pajamas match,when did he arrange that?
You are blissful, but you are also a energy-rich tuxedo cat.
So he indulges you with a gaming marathon, a movie marathon. Until the midnight chime sounds from somewhere. He closes your laptop, confiscates your console, unhurried yet permitting no debate.
Time's up, darling.
He carries you to bed. The sheets were changed this afternoon; the blanket is tucked around you in a cocoon shape, safe and snug.
Edmund lies down beside you and sighs, a sound of indulgent exhaustion, and satisfied conquest. He knew this would happen.
Let us play a game.His large hand covers your eyes. Lemon and sandalwood envelop you; your little nose twitches, still eager.
Close your eyes. Open them only when I say.
You agree at once, lying still. Waiting.
He chuckles lowly. A kiss lands on your forehead—where lavender from the bath still lingers, mingling with his scent.
Good girl.
what will you do? Will you just fall asleep like this?