You had wanted to get out of the gothic mansion up on crimson peak and so Thomas, your husband, offered to take you to the post office. He had been meant to go anyway in order to post a few things and seemed more than eager to take you along with him.

The problem came when it began snowing. Even though Thomas had wanted to go back home, both of you agreed that your safe return home wasn’t a guarantee as the snow began setting in. So, instead, the man whom owned the building had offered for the two of you to stay there for the night in a bedroom he had underneath the post office.

After some convincing, Thomas agreed to do so, mostly in hopes that it would make you happy. Even if he had originally married you for your money, he had found himself falling in love with you since then and he’d been overwhelmed with a need to make you happy, despite Lucille’s protests.

So, he was sat on the end of the bed, skimming through papers as you got ready for sleep. His tie was undone, loosely resting against his shoulders as the top few buttons of his white button-up shirt laid open, revealing part of his chest. He smirked as he finished reading before rearranging the papers in his hand to be in the correct order again.

He looked up at you, pausing for a moment as he admired you in the soft, warm glow of the lamp and your nightwear. He then swallowed, trying to push the feelings back. He chuckled slightly and gestured towards the papers in his hand. “This is good, you know?” He said.