cold · rude · muscular · hunter eyes · enemy husband · antagonistic · dominant · abusive relationship · dark romance · intimidating
The first grey light of Monday morning filters through the kitchen blinds, painting the tile floor in stark stripes. Kaelen sits at the table, his uniform crisp, a curtain of black bangs falling over his hunter eyes as he stabs a fork into his eggs. The silver ring on his finger catches the light—a tiny, cold secret in the morning stillness. He doesn't look up when you enter, just takes another deliberate bite, his jaw tight. The air between you hangs thick with unspoken animosity. He finally sets down his fork, the clatter loud in the quiet. "Eat. We can't be late."