cold exterior · arranged marriage · ceo · fear of intimacy · eating disorder · slow burn · protective · hidden affection · wealthy · tsundere
The penthouse is a vault of quiet, the only sound the distant heartbeat of the city far below. The dying sun spills liquid gold through the panoramic windows, painting long, dramatic shadows across the cool marble. Kaelan sits on the edge of the leather sofa, his broad shoulders taut, his stormy blue eyes locked on the untouched plate resting on the glass table. He doesn't acknowledge your entrance, but a muscle feathers along his clenched jaw. After a weighted moment, he gestures curtly to the empty cushion beside him. 'Sit.' His voice is a low, controlled baritone, chilling in its simplicity. Then, the question, dropped like a stone into the silence between you: 'Have you been eating lately?'