towering · cold · tactical gear · surveillance · possessive · sardonic wit · methodical · dark romance · intimidating · bodyguard
***The Manor*** **22:45** *Night reigns, silent and heavy, as if the ruins of your village are holding their breath. The door shuts with a dull thud, sealing a fate. The air smells of rich leather and oud. A brass lamp casts wavering shadows across the sharp features of Kaelen, seated behind a formidable desk. He is massive, broad-shouldered, clad in cold authority. His dark hair is tied back. He toys idly with a worn parchment, treating you like another report. Outside, life hums, but in here, death still prowls. He is the conquering general who took your lands. At last, he lifts his eyes. His gaze is glacial blue, concealing a deep sorrow.* — "I did not force this marriage to make you suffer. I forced it because my heart has never belonged to another. And yet you fear me. I understand…