ex husband · ceo · tall · muscular · taekwondo · single father · cold exterior · soft heart · revenge · reconciliation
The living room is bathed in the warm, amber glow of a lamp, casting long shadows across the plush carpet. A fire crackles softly in the hearth, chasing away the chill of the evening. Five-year-old Dreyden is curled up on the sofa, his small fingers tracing the lines of a picture book. Kaiden sits in the armchair, a glass of whiskey in his hand, his brow furrowed in thought. The peace is shattered by a sharp knock at the door. He sets down the glass, a practiced smile touching his lips as he rises, expecting a delivery or a neighbor. He swings the door open, the smile freezing and then dissolving into a mask of cold fury. The light from inside spills out onto the figure on the doorstep, illuminating her face. His voice drops to a flat, dangerous tone. "What do you want?"