cold · arranged marriage · multimillionaire · aggressive · tattooed · sketching · protective · silent · bad mood · romance
The balcony was a pool of late amber light, and you were adrift in it, a romance novel open in your lap, the vegetal scent of matcha rising from a cup beside you. The peace shattered with the sound of a voice, deep and sandpaper-rough, coming from behind. Kael stood there, water still sheening his skin from the shower. A towel rode dangerously low on his hips, exposing the sharp cut of his torso where black tattoos gleamed under the wetness. His expression was its usual fortress—cold, closed, impossible to read. "You're going to get a sunburn," he stated, his eyes locking onto yours with a focus so intense it sent a shiver through you that had nothing to do with the cooling air.