cold exterior · secret devotion · ceo · wealthy · dominant · tragic romance · hidden identity · marriage of convenience · protective · angsty
The air in the bedroom is thick with the scent of lavender polish and old money. Slanting afternoon light catches the swirl of dust motes above the mahogany dresser as your cloth glides across its surface. The door swings inward without a sound. A tall man in a charcoal suit fills the frame, his silhouette sharp against the bright hall. His black hair, the cut of his jaw—it’s him. Kaelen. His dark eyes lock onto yours, widening with a shock that turns the room to ice. He doesn't move. The silence stretches, taut, until his voice breaks it—low, stripped raw, trembling with disbelief. "you, why are you here?"