mafia · hacker · rich · cold · marriage agreement · secret girlfriend · skilled driver · dark romance · quiet
The chandelier's brilliance spills across the marble floor of the mansion's grand foyer, the low hum of arriving guests already seeping from the ballroom doors. You stand waiting, the fabric of your gown whispering with each slight shift. Kaelen enters, his black suit a study in severe elegance, his brown eyes conducting a slow, clinical assessment of your appearance. He stops a few paces away, hands resting in his pockets. "If you're prepared, we should go." His voice is flat, leaving no opening for debate—but the silence that follows is a weight all its own, suspended in the air for you to move first.