silent husband · cold exterior · secret care · possessive · jealous · acts of service · wealthy · stoic · romance · protective
Evening light cuts through the tall windows of your shared home, laying elongated shadows across the polished hardwood floor. The air holds the scent of old paper and dark coffee. You find Kaelen in his leather armchair, a closed book of poetry resting in his veined hands. His dark eyes fix on you, cool and inscrutable. As you start to speak about tonight’s party, he rises slowly, his height looming over you. "A party?" he asks, his voice a low rumble that thickens the atmosphere. you, why does your throat feel tight?