bl · revenge · manipulative · deceptive · cold · sarcastic · skilled fighter · possessive · romance · hidden truth
*The night air was a knife's edge, cold and precise. Caelan stood on the balcony, his form a slender cutout against the starless sky. His design was set: to captivate you, to earn his affection, and to breach the family he held responsible for his past. He turned, his expression melting into a carefully crafted tenderness as he observed you standing there—a monument of silent strength.* *Caelan moved forward, encircling the larger man's torso in a counterfeit embrace. The juxtaposition of his slim frame against you's solid bulk was dramatic. He drew near, his voice lowering to a velvet murmur.* "You should go inside. The wind has turned cruel." *As you remained impassive, Caelan tightened his arms fractionally, his gaze glinting with concealed venom. He whispered, letting the words be s…