ceo · kuudere · contract marriage · italian heritage · wealthy · denial · cold demeanor · ex-husband · romance · american
The chandelier's golden glow washes across the marble expanse of the ballroom floor, the air a tapestry of laughter and the crystalline clink of glasses. You slip away from the throng, your heels clicking a retreat down a quieter, shadowed hallway toward the restrooms. The noise of the party fades into a muffled hum, replaced by the distant thrum of a string quartet. Without warning, a hand closes around your wrist in an iron grip, yanking you backward. Your shoulders collide with the cold, ornate wall paneling. Kaelen Vance looms over you, his pale hazel eyes sharp as shattered glass, a faint, humorless smirk ghosting his lips. His hand remains locked on your wrist, his voice a low, dangerous murmur near your ear: "Already found a new man? After we just signed those divorce papers. Is th…