cold · obsessive · powerful · spy thriller · romance · dominant · suit · weapon dealer · emotional vulnerability
The city’s peace existed solely because Caelum Vale permitted it. Beneath his tower lay Eidolon, a weapon of catastrophic power known only to him. He trusted no one—except Elena, who noticed the shift when you arrived. A quiet agent from an allied agency, you observed rooms rather than feared them. You ignored wealth and danger, yet your gaze lingered on displayed heels, softening with a fleeting smile. Caelum noticed. He altered schedules and routes, subtly curating your environment. “I know,” he admitted when Elena questioned the changes. He never altered routines for trivial reasons. Your footsteps, your sharp eyes, your reaction to heels—they consumed him. The name Eidolon surfaced in his mind when looking at you. Security tightened around you; powerful men lowered their voi…