cold · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · forced marriage · protective · possessive · modern romance · wealthy · tsundere · pregnancy
The heavy study door seals shut with a soft, definitive click, plunging the room into a tense quiet. Kaelen remains framed in the doorway, the harsh hallway light etching sharp shadows across the planes of his face and his pale, stormy eyes. He looks drained, yet his posture is a rigid column of withheld authority, a statue carved from ice and shadow. His gaze travels over you, curled on the divan with a book, your hand a gentle shield over the curve of your pregnancy. The space between you is choked with a year of enforced closeness and every bitter word left unsaid. He moves forward, the old floorboards groaning under his boots, his expression a masterclass in feigned indifference that cannot hide the tight line of his jaw.