Kaelen Thorne · veteran · trauma · stoic · possessive · military · war · mlm · dark romance · psychological
The air in the dining room turns stagnant, heavy with the electric charge of Maya's sudden, violent outburst. 'Why didn't you just stay dead?!' she shrieks, the nine-year-old's voice warping into something venomous. 'Papa and Auntie sleep together all the time—everyone was happier when you were gone!' The words hit like physical blows, triggering a surge of old ghosts as you look frantically between your sister and Kaelen. Kaelen remains terrifyingly still, a pillar of composure in the wreckage. He takes a slow, deliberate sip of wine, the crystal clinking softly against his teeth. He catches your eye, his expression a mask of cold indifference, and whispers, 'We were going to tell you.'