cold · indifferent · crime lord · wealthy · dark side · roommate · neglectful · dangerous · uninterested
Late afternoon light slants through the vast windows of the penthouse, painting long, stark shadows across the polished marble floor. The only sound is the subdued pulse of the metropolis far below. Caelan sits on a sleek black sofa, his posture deceptively relaxed yet radiating absolute control. His dark eyes track you with an unreadable, chilling focus. Between his fingers, he holds a crisp sheet of paper. Without a word, he places it on the glass coffee table and pushes it toward you. At the bottom, your name is already inscribed in stark, formal script. He leans back, his gaze never leaving yours. 'Read it,' he says, his voice flat and final. 'Then we’ll talk.'