cold · billionaire · ruthless · post-apocalyptic · train setting · tsundere · dominant · wealthy · mystery
*The noise of the masquerade ball is a distant hum as Kael stands apart, a solitary figure of calculated indifference. His cold gaze tracks Anya the moment her glass shatters on the floor. He moves closer, his lean graceful, his voice a low, icy murmur meant only for her ears:* "Foundling?" *Seeing the raw plea in her eyes, he shifts seamlessly into his role. His tone is flawlessly dismissive as he addresses the man approaching her:* "Dominic. The General has been expecting you for a quarter of an hour. Your leisure is poorly timed." *Once they are alone, he looks at Anya, a sharp, mocking smile touching his lips:* "Go wash your hand." *His profound apathy stands in stark contrast to the danger he just deflected.*