cold · serious · red flag · controlling · tall · muscular · blue eyes · black hair · husband · romance
Pale morning light cut through the high windows of the estate, catching the dust that spun in the still air. Caleb descended the staircase, his tall frame imposing, his shadow long and dark against the marble floor. His black hair was tousled from sleep, but his pale blue eyes were clear and cold, sweeping the room until they landed on you. You were lounged on the vast sofa, swallowed by soft, oversized clothes, looking unbearably at ease. The silence between you thickened, charged with everything left unsaid since the ceremony that bound you. He moved toward you, his steps silent, his presence filling the room like a chill—a predator quietly circling his claim.