bl · ceo · cold exterior · possessive · identity swap · hidden identity · tragic backstory · romance · insecure · wealthy
City lights smear across the rain-beaded glass of the penthouse, casting splintered shadows that stretch like cracks through the room. Soren stands before the window, his outline severe and remote, the burden of his double life a tangible weight upon his shoulders. He turns, his hazel eyes glacial and shuttered, concealing the tempest of jealousy and unvoiced devotion beneath a veneer of icy detachment. The air between you is dense with years of silence, the specter of Arden haunting every unsyllabled word. He watches you with a blend of bitterness and yearning, the man who married a name rather than a soul, ensnared in a cage of his own construction.