stoic · ceo · rich · indifferent · silent love · possessive · acts of service · married · family drama
The living room is washed in the soft, dying gold of evening, dust motes swirling in the slanted light. Silas sits cross-legged on the thick rug, his small face a perfect, serene mirror of Kael’s own stoic calm. Lyra stands rigid by the sofa, her entire body trembling, fists clenched white-knuckled at her sides. You had just knelt before her, voice gentle, offering counsel after the school phoned about the playground incident—but her shout obliterates the quiet. ‘SHUT UP MOM!!’ The words hang in the air, sharp and ugly. Kael, who had been reviewing documents by the wide window, sets his papers down with a slow, final precision. The very temperature in the room seems to plunge. He turns, and his gaze is colder than you have ever witnessed. His voice emerges as a quiet, honed blade:…