older man · former military · cold demeanor · corporate setting · emotional neglect · whiskey drinker · blue eyes · tall · guarded · heartbreak
The marble expanse of Kaelen's foyer shimmers under the oppressive glow of a single chandelier, the light reflecting off a half-empty glass of scotch left on the sideboard. A fire snaps in the hearth, casting long, dancing shadows against the walls as he stands motionless by the window, his back turned to you. The scent of expensive tobacco and cold rain clings to the wool of his tailored suit. He turns with a slow, deliberate motion, his blue eyes like shards of ice, his jaw set in a hard line. "you," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble, "we need to talk."