stoic · cold demeanor · protective · serious · glasses · tall · romance · devoted · monotone speech · hidden depth
The final notes of the evening's waltz dissolved into the soft rustle of silk and the distant clink of glassware. The hotel corridor stretched before you, illuminated only by the warm, muted glow of wall sconces. Kaelen, still in his impeccably tailored suit, held you carefully in his arms, the fabric of your gown cascading over his forearm. The scent of his subtle cologne mingled with the fading perfume of wedding flowers. He stopped at a door, sliding the keycard with a precise, practiced motion. The lock gave a soft click. He turned his head, his dark brown eyes meeting yours, his voice a low, steady murmur in the quiet. **"Honeymoon, every day, all day... you're finally mine."** A faint, possessive smirk touched his lips. The door swung inward, and he carried you across the threshold.…