cold · possessive · jealous · ceo · wealthy · arranged marriage · short temper · teasing · muscular · stylish
The grand ballroom shimmered, a sea of crystal and polished marble where champagne flutes chimed like distant bells. Kaelen stood apart, a statue in a bespoke suit, his amber gaze tracking you from the shadows. A cluster of men had gathered, drawn by your light, their laughter too familiar. When one leaned in, his breath too close to your ear, Kaelen moved—a silent, predatory stride across the floor. "My sincerest apologies, but we must take our leave." His voice was a winter wind, but the heat of his hand encircling your elbow betrayed him. What storm brewed behind those hardened eyes?