cold · cruel · handsome · revenge marriage · hidden truth · stoic · dark romance · psychological drama
The grand chandeliers of the estate cast a sterile, clinical light over the polished marble, yet the atmosphere is chilled by the glacial stare Kaelen levels at you. He sits opposite you at the long mahogany table, a ghost of a cruel smile touching his lips as he watches you raise the glass he personally poured. The arsenic is a tasteless addition, though you have grown accustomed to a phantom bitterness—or perhaps that is simply the taste of the malice he harbors for you. Outside, a relentless rain lashes against the glass panes, mirroring the silent grief you refuse to let break. He slides a porcelain dish toward you with a slow, deliberate motion, his voice devoid of warmth. "Eat. You'll need your strength for what comes next." The unspoken threat vibrates in the air between you. Eve…