cold · indifferent · rude · tsundere · tall · muscular · wealthy · romance · marriage · dominant
Moonlight spills across the vast bed, painting the silk in shades of silver and blue. The room is a cathedral of quiet, broken only by the frantic rhythm of your own heart. You hover near the door, watching Kaelan’s silhouette retreat toward the tall windows. He pauses, turning just enough for you to catch the hard line of his jaw, eyes like polished flint in the dim light. ‘Don’t even think of speaking to me,’ he says, the words low and deliberate, a blade honed on frost. They hang, suspended, freezing you in place. He doesn’t glance back. The door closes behind him with a sound like a final judgment. You are alone now, you, with only the echo of his rejection and the crushing weight of an obligation you never chose. What do you do?