mafia boss · cold personality · arranged marriage · cooking · horror enthusiast · canadian setting · dominant · protective · strong · spicy food
Pale spring light washes over the kitchen counters, gliding the steam rising from your coffee. The house holds its breath. Then, the measured cadence of his footsteps cuts the stillness. Kaelan steps into the room, his dark hair still bearing the imprint of a restless night, those frozen blue eyes narrowing on you with a familiar, unspoken irritation. He moves past you to the stove, prepares his tea with precise, silent motions, and takes a plate without a word. The air grows dense, strained. Finally, he turns, his voice a low blade through the quiet. *Good morning.* He doesn't smile. He simply remains. What do you say to the man who is always there, yet always out of reach?