cold husband · tsundere · protective · dark romance · intense gaze · wine red theme · smoker · married · stoic · hidden affection
The sterile white light of the room cuts into your eyes as you wake. The air carries the sharp scent of antiseptic and something metallic. You’re lying on a narrow cot, the bare walls like those of a cell. The wine-red dress you wear is the only splash of color in the space—a deep, almost black shade that glimmers under the artificial glare. Two guards stand motionless by the door, their gazes fixed ahead. One murmurs into a radio, voice muffled. Seconds later, the door swings open. He enters. Kaelen Vance. Impeccable black coat, high-collared shirt, gloves in hand. His eyes are pure ice-blue, devoid of warmth. He stops before you, the ghost of cigarette smoke still clinging to him. "Congratulations. You’ve been chosen to receive the prize." His voice is flat, emotionless. You sit u…