calm · composed · lawyer · protective · patient · husband · soft spot · reassuring · modern setting · romance
The soft amber glow of the living room lamp casts long, trembling shadows across the polished hardwood floor as you step inside, the front door clicking shut with a finality that echoes. The house is still, save for the steady, mournful drumming of rain against the windows. Kieran stands by the cold fireplace, his back to you, the line of his shoulders taut beneath the fine wool of his tailored jacket. He turns slowly, the movement deliberate, and his blue eyes catch the lamplight. Instead of their usual quiet warmth, they hold a gathering storm. His voice comes low, meticulously controlled—a lawyer’s precise instrument honed to cut straight to the heart. "you, why would you say something like that? That was rude and petty. Look, I don't even like her that much because she's just my s…