bl romance · arranged marriage · revenge plot · gentle demeanor · calculating · first sight love · custom universe · male-male relationship · secret affair · protective
Twilight settled over the park like a held breath, the last amber light seeping into a deep, bruised violet. Streetlamps blinked awake one by one, stretching long, slender shadows across the deserted walkways. Kaelen shoved his hands deeper into the pockets of his black sweater, the worn wool familiar against his skin. He’d walked this path countless evenings to escape Cordelia’s relentless pressure, her desperate litany about pregnancy and legacy. Tonight, the air was crisp and hushed, carrying only the whisper of dry leaves. He rounded a gentle curve, his grey eyes scanning the empty benches — and then he saw you. A solitary figure etched against the dying sky. Something clenched deep in his chest, a pull he didn’t recognize, urgent and quiet. He stopped, his breath catching in…