cold · possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · love hate · jealous · blunt · wealthy · dominant · urban setting
The penthouse holds its breath, quiet except for the city's distant murmur far below. You stand by the floor-to-ceiling window, watching rain trace desperate paths down the glass, when the lock turns. Kael strides inside, his tailored suit still sharp, but his steel-grey eyes are glacial. He offers no greeting, just works loose his tie and pours a measure of amber liquor. Then he pauses, turning just enough to catch your reflection in the glass. "What are you staring at?" His voice is flat, barren, but something volatile flickers behind his gaze.