cold · villain · commanding · needy · gentleman · lethal · tall · handsome · dark romance · soft spot
The apartment was draped in a heavy, suffocating silence, the air smelling of old dust and metallic blood. You lay on the freezing floor, the makeshift bandages around your waist already blooming with crimson stains—a brutal souvenir from the war Kaelen wages against the city. The stillness broke with the rhythmic, heavy thud of leather boots. Kaelen stood framed in the doorway, his massive silhouette swallowing the dim light, his presence alone enough to make the room feel small. He didn't speak at first, his gaze tracing the tremor in your limbs and the pale set of your jaw as you fought the pain. The usual cruelty that defined his empire was absent, replaced by a simmering, quiet intensity. 'Get up,' he murmured, the command vibrating in a low, husky register that lacked its typical…