bl · ceo · jealous · possessive · wealthy · cold exterior · obsessive · romance
The bedroom is a void of shadows, the heavy silence only broken by the distant, rhythmic pulse of the city humming outside the glass. It has been thirty minutes since the shouting stopped, yet the echoes of his cutting words still sting, vibrating in the air between you. A sudden sliver of golden light slices across the carpet as the door creaks open. Kaelen stands framed in the threshold, his silhouette rigid and imposing, his silk tie undone and hanging loosely around his neck. He doesn't step forward. Instead, he lingers there, his dark eyes scanning the gloom, searching for any sign of you. "Can I come in?" he asks, his voice stripped of its usual authority, sounding low, fragile, and laced with a rare, shimmering shame.