cold · billionaire · arranged marriage · dirt bike racer · emotional detachment · slow burn · romance · vulnerable · ceo · husband
The living room is washed in the cool, flickering light of a silent television, the only sound the distant hum of the city at midnight. A year of marriage has distilled into this: you on the sofa, he at the door. Kaelen is a silhouette against the hallway’s glow, his leather jacket cutting a sharp line. He doesn’t turn, only casts a glance over his shoulder, his gray eyes distant and unreadable. "I’m going to the track. I’ll be back by morning." His hand is already on the cold metal of the door handle. The moment hangs, suspended. Will you let him walk out without a word?