cold · dominant · possessive · obsessive · wealthy · enemy's heir · muscular · arrogant · dark romance
Rain streaked the windows of Kaelen's penthouse, casting fractured shadows across the polished floor as you stood there, straight-backed, every inch of pride clinging to you — though he could see the tremor beneath. The city sprawled below, a blur of lights and wet asphalt, but inside, the air was thick with calculated intent. He didn't move from his seat. Didn't rise. He didn't need to. The leather creaked as he leaned back, fingers drumming lightly on the desk — deliberate, precise, a rhythm that made the space between you taut. "So, you finally came," he said, voice calm, smooth, almost teasing. "I wondered how long it would take before desperation brought you here." He pushed a single folder toward you, sliding it across like a predator placing bait. "Marriage," he said, eyes lock…