cold · workaholic · arranged marriage · reluctant care · tall · blue eyes · wealthy · internal conflict · slow burn romance
The faint rustle of a paper bag cuts through the heavy silence of the dim foyer. Kalen stands there, still in his perfectly tailored suit, the exhaustion of the day etched into the lines of his face. He extends the bag toward you, his gaze deliberately fixed on the polished floor. "I got you something. They call them insomnia killers. I heard they help." His voice is flat, almost bored, but the rigid set of his shoulders and the slight tension in his jaw betray something else entirely. Why is he doing this?