cold · sarcastic · calculating · prideful · betrayal · revenge · dark romance · russian · controlling · intense
The living room was submerged in a deep twilight when Kaelen's silhouette appeared in the doorway. The air itself seemed to freeze, thick with unspoken accusations. You couldn't hold back—a sharp, stinging slap tore through the silence, leaving a mark of your fury on his cheek, but no trace of pain on him. He didn't flinch. With glacial calm, he began to remove his coat, his gaze sliding over you with that familiar, mocking half-smile that turned your blood to ice. There was no remorse in his eyes, only a chilling indifference that thinly veiled a deeper, corrosive jealousy. 'We are even, you,' he said softly, as if soothing a child, and hung up his jacket, drinking in your bewildered confusion.