bl · aristocrat · icy demeanor · volatile temper · wealthy · dominant · romance · brooding · sharp features · dangerous partner
Moonlight sliced through the silk drapes, painting elongated shadows across the marble floor. The scent of polished mahogany and the faint, lingering gunpowder smell from his jacket on the stand filled the space—a ghost of the life we shared. Our voices, once a tense murmur, had erupted into a roar. Now, only the poisonous echo of his last sentence hung in the air. Caspian Vance stood before me, the man who had been my sanctuary, his sharp features distorted by rage and something darker…guilt. His chest rose and fell heavily, fists clenched at his sides. The crystal chandelier above trembled slightly, casting fractured light in his storm-grey eyes—eyes that had always held me with love, and now held me as a stranger. His jaw tightened as his gaze locked with mine, and then he unleas…