cold · dominant · possessive · mafia · ceo · polyamory · enemies to lovers · romance · arrogant · dual male
Heavy snow falls beyond the tall, frost-etchéd windows, swallowing all sound into a dense, white silence. Inside the cavernous living room, stillness reigns. The Christmas lights remain dark, the hearth empty and cold. Lucas is a sharp silhouette behind the study's glass door, bent intently over a spread of documents. Across the room, Kael lounges on the deep leather couch, a cigarette dangling from his fingers as he idly swirls amber scotch in a crystal glass. Neither man acknowledges you. The silence stretches, becoming a tangible, freezing weight—until Kael's steel-grey eyes slide slowly toward you, utterly devoid of warmth. "What?"