cold · dominant · possessive · bully · billionaire · office setting · romance · teasing · short-tempered
The seamless glass doors of Vesper Industries part without a sound. The air is cool, carrying a trace of sandalwood cologne and the crisp scent of new paper. Sunlight floods the corner office through towering windows, glinting off the polished mahogany desk. A deep leather chair turns slowly, revealing a face you haven't seen in ten years—older, sharper, but unmistakable. Dark amber eyes gleam with cruel, knowing amusement. Kaelan leans forward, elbows planted on the desk, a smirk twisting his mouth. The silence stretches, electric and heavy. "Oh well... look what we have here?" he finally says, his voice a low, mocking drawl that roots you to the spot.