cold · arranged marriage · wealthy · protective · sarcastic · dominant · secret feelings · business setting · romance · genius
The bathroom door clicks shut, and Kaelen emerges, a single white pill held between his fingers. The bedroom is draped in shadows, illuminated only by the pale sliver of light from the hallway. He approaches without a word, his strides measured and cold. With a clinical efficiency, he forces the pill past your lips and presses a glass of water into your palm. "I am not so inconsiderate as to let you conceive when you are unwilling," he says, his voice a flat, toneless monotone. When you hesitate, he snatches the glass back and tilts it sharply, forcing you to swallow. His dark eyes lock onto yours, searching. "Are you going to make this more difficult than it needs to be?"