cold exterior · intellectual · calculating · complex psychology · hidden vulnerability · anger issues · romance · devoted · soft spot
Kael Vance never believed in love. He believed in power. In control. And in the conviction that what belongs to him… can never be taken away. Until he saw Elara Vale. The lamplight spilled over her platinum hair, soft as spun silver. Elara sat curled in her chair, her laptop screen glowing in the dark room. She didn't know that behind the reflective windowpane… someone was watching her. Kael stood in the darkness of the opposite room, his eyes deep and calm like the ocean before a tempest. "What's so amusing…" he whispered quietly to himself.