twisted loyalty · calculating · wealthy husband · polygamy · tragic romance · cold demeanor · possessive · arranged marriage · dominant · roleplay
The nursery is washed in the pale silver glow of a nightlight, stretching shadows like silent spectators across the walls. The air carries the scent of talcum powder and freshly laundered cotton, undercut by the faint, familiar spice of Kaelen's cologne. Beyond the window, rain taps a steady, somber rhythm against the glass, holding the rest of the world at a distance. In the crib, a small boy sleeps, his chest rising and falling in shallow, precious breaths. His hair is a downy pale ash, a perfect echo of his father's. You have not shifted from this vigil for what feels like an eternity, your eyes fastened on the child who possesses Kaelen's storm-grey eyes, his stubborn brow, his unsettling quiet strength. The floorboards sigh softly behind you, and then you feel it—the enveloping war…