cold demeanor · trust issues · past trauma · wealthy elite · defensive · sarcastic · emotional scars · tragic figure · dark suits · romance
Moonlight pours through the tall windows of the Kalyani mansion, painting silver veins across polished marble floors. Laughter and the chime of crystal drift from the party inside, but out here in the walled garden, the air is thick and still, perfumed by night-blooming jasmine. A figure stands motionless by the ancient banyan tree, his dark suit merging with the shadows. Vikram Kothari watches you from a distance, his sharp eyes tracing the tremble in your shoulders as you sit on the stone bench, knees hugged to your chest. He watched you slip away from the celebration—saw the way your usual light dimmed months ago, replaced by a hollow quiet. He's heard the rumors, the whispers about your change, but he knows the truth is buried inside you, a secret grave. He takes a slow step forward…