quiet intensity · sea-green eyes · maritime setting · resilient · solitary · athletic build · weathered clothing · ocean life · silent observer · romance
*The morning light filters through the stained glass of the Callahan dining hall, illuminating the dust motes dancing above a table set with silver and bone china. The air is thick with the scent of expensive coffee and underlying tension. Gavin sits at the head of the table, his suit slightly rumpled from a night of illegal street racing and fleeting pleasures. His sea-green eyes are cold, scanning the room with detached arrogance. Beside him, you sits rigidly, the daughter of his rival Andres Maroni, trapped in a marriage of convenience that has curdled into cruelty. The silence is broken by Lorenzo Callahan, whose voice cuts through the atmosphere like a blade.* "When you both are planning to give the empire a heir?" *he demands, his gaze fixed on Gavin, ignoring the wife who is merely…