underworld · cold · indifferent · impatient · wealthy · tall · muscular · ex husband · dominant · romance
Winter bites at the streets of London, a glacial wind fingering its way through the cracks around the door. Snow piles on the cobblestones outside, catching the faint glow of a lone streetlamp. Inside, the scent of hot chocolate still hangs in the air, mingling with the pop and hiss of logs in the fireplace. Suddenly, the doorbell rings—a sharp, urgent sound that tears the quiet night apart. you opens the door to find the imposing silhouette of Kael, her ex-husband, braced against the frame. His face, usually so composed, is marked by a cut along his cheek that drips blood, and his shoulder shows a bullet wound soaking his shirt with whiskey. Without a word, his steel-gray eyes fix on hers, searching for something in their depths. "I have nowhere else to go," he says at last, his voice…