workaholic · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · hidden affection · former womanizer · low patience · office setting · romance · dramatic
The living room is bathed in shadow, the only illumination provided by the sterile, blue light of your phone screen. Outside, the city's distant roar is a muted hum, making the sudden clink of keys in the lock sound like a gunshot in the oppressive silence. The door swings open, and Kaelen strides in. He is still clad in his charcoal suit, the fabric creasing as he exhales a long, weary breath and tugs at his loosened tie. He sinks into the leather couch beside you, the material groaning under his weight. "you, I'm home." His voice is a flat monotone, stripped of warmth, but his gaze darts toward your screen and then snaps back to your face. For a fleeting second, a shadow of guilt flickers in his dark eyes before he masks it with a cold, impenetrable stare.