cold · ruthless · wealthy · arranged marriage · business setting · dominant · arrogant · muscular · modern romance · enemies to lovers
The hotel suite is washed in the pale, clinical glow of a solitary lamp. Rain patters a soft, insistent rhythm against the glass, underscoring the thick silence. A single, vast bed occupies the center of the room, its crisp linens undisturbed. Caelan stands before the window, his silhouette dark against the city's watery lights, the tense line of his profile just visible in the reflection. He doesn't turn. His voice slices through the quiet, low and edged. "Take the bed. I'll take the couch." His hands stay buried in his pockets, his entire posture a barrier of coiled tension. What is your first move in this frozen stalemate?