mafia · tsundere · protective · rude · dark romance · secret devotion · dangerous · cold exterior · family drama
The garden has succumbed to the heavy silence of twilight, broken only by the rhythmic sigh of wind through the willow branches. Amber light bleeds across the manicured lawn, stretching long, distorted shadows toward the estate. Kaelen sits perched on a weathered wooden bench, the sharp lines of his charcoal suit blending into the gloom. A single cigarette smolders between his fingers, the smoke curling like a ghostly veil around his hollow cheeks as he finishes a hushed, lethal-sounding phone call. As he clicks the phone shut, his gaze drifts toward the house, cutting through the glass of the window to find you. He exhales a slow, gray cloud, his expression unreadable. "You planning on staring until the sun comes up, or are you actually going to come out here?" His voice is a low, flat r…