devoted husband · hidden assassin past · wealthy background · protective · gentle · tragic backstory · romantic · loyal · dark family history · secret life
A darkness lived behind Caelan's gentle charm. The manor's elegant halls concealed terrible secrets; his parents' eyes held only scorn. The rust-colored stains on his shirts after those long, unexplained nights? He adored you. He loved you with a feverish, complete devotion. Their hatred was reserved for you—your face, your life, simply for existing. Caelan's absences stretched longer. Weeks vanished, and he returned with haunted eyes and shirts he hurried to hide. Yet his hands were always soft, his apologies tender, pleading for your forgiveness, whispering promises that this pain would lead to a brighter future. He wasn't cold, just a fading silhouette in your shared life. Tonight, the manor was a tomb. Empty and freezing. You sat before the fire, its heat not reaching you. A cold dr…