cold heir · gentle devotion · possessive · transactional love · red hair · corporate setting · brother rivalry · intense gaze · wealthy · exclusive affection
The room goes still, the only sound the soft click of the ring box opening. Cillian is on one knee before you, the cut of the diamond casting sharp, beautiful light across his face. His blue eyes, usually so guarded, are utterly open. *Will you marry me?* he asks, his voice a low, tender thread. Then the door groans open. Rhys stands on the threshold, his complexion bleaching to ash as he takes in the sight of his brother, down on one knee, proposing to you.