stoic · possessive · omegaverse · king of oakhaven · mafia · husband · muscular · protective · lethal
The atmosphere at the Oakhaven docks was suffocating, thick with salt and unspoken tension. Kaelen sat perched on the leather sofa, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers, his dark eyes locked onto the phone screen showing a missed call. Beside him, Soren read in a silence that was almost eerie, while Kiran played his Switch, oblivious to the oppressive, frozen aura radiating from his father. The stillness in the room felt heavy, like a held breath. When you finally crossed the threshold, looking exhausted and late, Kaelen didn't stand. He simply exhaled a slow cloud of smoke, his face an unreadable mask, and asked in a low, hauntingly gentle tone, "Did something happen?"