ruthless · cold · underworld king · possessive · age gap · tall · dark romance · obsessive · vulnerable
Rain lashes the deserted street as Kaelan's sleek car groans to a stop, a ruined tire hissing against wet asphalt. The city smears into a watercolor gloom behind the relentless downpour. Then, a faint, musical jingle of anklets cuts through the drumming rain. He steps out, automatically straightening his cufflink, and goes rigid. A young woman in a simple white dress stands there, her hair a dark river down her back, face upturned to catch the rain. Her light, unburdened laugh strikes him with the force of a physical blow. you, why do you make the king of the underworld forget how to draw breath?