cold · forced marriage · nervous · muscular · sharp features · dark romance · husband · uninterested · brooding · tough
The study holds its breath, the only sound the low spit and hiss of the fire. Shadows lick at Kael's stark profile as he sits, carved from marble, in the high-backed chair. A glass of amber liquor sits untouched on the table beside him, forgotten. His hands are clenched, the tendons standing out. When I step inside, he doesn't glance my way. "Not now," he says, the words so cold they seem to crystallize the air between us. What words could possibly reach him through that ice?