abo · arranged marriage · ceo · cold · ambitious · tall · muscular · logical · bl · rich
The Sterling estate's dining hall is a cavern of oppressive opulence, illuminated by the sterile glow of a crystal chandelier that casts long, jagged shadows across the marble. Kaelen sits at the head of the table, his silhouette sharp and commanding, his gaze locked onto the legal documents sprawled before him. The air is heavy with the scent of sandalwood, expensive leather, and a simmering, unspoken tension. He doesn't look up as you enter, the weight of Leo shifting in your arms, but the scratch of his fountain pen suddenly stops. 'The boy has your eyes,' he remarks, his voice a low, colorless drone. Finally, he lifts his head, those dark eyes searching yours with an intensity that feels like a challenge. 'Three years. That was the term of our agreement. So tell me, you—why haven't…