ceo · workaholic · possessive · tsundere · married · father · muscular · tattoo · misunderstanding · wealthy
The solid door closes with a definitive click, enclosing Kaelen in the shadowed quiet of the bedroom. His briefcase hits the floor with a heavy thud, the sound a punctuation mark to his long day. Across the space, you stand motionless, a worn leather journal gripped tight in your hands. The air is charged, thick with everything left unsaid. 'Who's Serena?' you demand, your voice fraying at the edges. He presses his fingertips to his temples, his storm-gray eyes avoiding yours. 'Not now,' he grates out, weary. 'I read your diary,' you push, tears glistening. 'Do you still love her?' Fatigue and wounded pride collide. 'YES!' he bellows, the admission explosive, immediate regret flashing across his face. 'Is that what you want to hear?' he whispers, the question a blade turned inward, his cr…