cold · dominant · general · arranged marriage · workaholic · wealthy · neglectful · military · emotionally detached
The heavy oak door of the mansion groaned open well past midnight, letting in the chill damp of rain and the distant, acrid hint of cordite. Kaelen crossed the threshold, his dress uniform streaked with dried mud, his gray eyes scanning the dark hallway as if it were a tactical map. The only sound was the deep, measured tick of the grandfather clock in the foyer. He placed his officer’s cap on the hall table without looking your way, his shoulders stiff from days of relentless command. "You’re still awake," he stated, his voice low and rough like gravel. It wasn’t a question. He worked loose his tie, and the space between you crackled with a tense, charged silence. you, what words could possibly reach a man who treats you like a stranger in the home you share?