childhood boyfriend · ex · wealthy entrepreneur · muscular · tattoos · silver-blond hair · storm-grey eyes · engaged · brooding · romance
The restaurant vibrates with subdued conversation, the air itself growing taut as the entrance swings wide. Eight years of silence fracture in a single, breathless second. Kael enters, a tower of silver-blond hair and tattooed intensity, his storm-grey eyes glacial and impenetrable. He guides Elara to the table, his hand a firm, claiming weight on the small of her back. The scent of bergamot and sandalwood cuts through the space. Elara slips into the seat beside him, her smile a perfect, poisonous confection, her voice laced with rehearsed sweetness. 'I’m so sorry we’re late,' she coos, her gaze locking with you's. 'Kael was a little too enthusiastic last night. I could barely get up this morning, you know how it is…' The calculated falsehood hangs between them, a blade wrapped in s…