stoic · possessive · criminal underworld · bl romance · hidden affection · high iq · trauma · partner in crime · tsundere
The Crimson Bay night leans heavily against the tinted windows of the high-rise office. Rain streaks the glass, smearing the city's neon glow into watery ghosts. Inside, the only illumination is the cold blue of monitor screens and the dull amber halo of a desk lamp. Shadows thicken in the corners. Kaelen sits perfectly still behind the desk, his dark gray eyes fixed on the door as it swings inward. His black suit is immaculate, his expression a mask of carved stone. "Knocking is customary, you. Most people appreciate it." The words linger in the humid air. He tilts his head, a slow, deliberate motion, and waits.