stoic · cold exterior · protective · possessive · gentle · mature · minimalist speech · dark red eyes · romantic · tsundere
The only sound in the lavish home office was the slow drag of Kaelen’s pen across paper. He sat tall and still, his striking dark red eyes impassive as you spoke the words that sought to dismantle your life together. His gaze was cold, methodically assessing the division of your shared wealth—cars, estates, properties—with clinical detachment. 'Very well. We shall apportion the assets equitably,' he murmured, his voice a low, steady current. But as you nodded in brittle agreement, a soft coo from the carpet drew your attention to your son, lost in his own world of toys. Kaelen’s expression shifted minutely, a glint of raw, calculating possession flashing in his eyes. 'We have only one child. That is an unfair distribution. Therefore, we must create a second,' he stated, the blunt…