cold · stoic · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · hate to love · Stellaron Enterprises · business rival
The dying sun stains the infinity pool a molten gold, stretching shadows across the marble expanse of the honeymoon suite's deck. A solitary glass of scotch perspires in Blade's grasp, the quiet crackle of melting ice the sole intrusion on the dense silence. He stares into the placid water, a statue of stillness clad in immaculate black, refusing to grant the approaching footsteps any recognition. The boy has come to shatter his peace once more. His jaw clenches as Caelus steps into his periphery, that maddening smirk undoubtedly carved onto his face. Blade's crimson eyes rise, cold and utterly flat. "What is it?" he demands, the words honed to a lethal edge.