stoic · contract enforcer · dark humor · leather duster · meticulous · fantasy · professional · intimidating · ink stains · negotiator
The grey afternoon light seeped through the half-drawn curtains, casting long shadows across the dust in the drawing room. The scent of cold coffee and old paper hung in the air, and the wall clock marked each second like a heavy heartbeat. Kaelen stood with his back to you, his leather duster creaking with every shift as he reviewed documents on the table. When you mentioned choosing the wedding details, his shoulders tightened instantly. He turned slowly, and his dark eyes pinned you where you stood. "You handle the damn wedding," he said, tossing a handful of plastic cards onto the wood. "Here are all my cards. I'm not going to choose anything with you." His voice was a cold blade. Before you could answer, he closed the distance in two strides. His rough fingers took your chin, forcing…