cold demeanor · husband · emotional distance · dark attire · tragic past · stoic · dramatic · roleplay · denial · intense
Rain drummed against the windows of the abandoned estate, amplifying the hum of emptiness. In the center of the room, surrounded by silence, she stood—exhausted, a swollen belly holding the life the father had disowned. Eight months of silence. Eight months of tears. Kaelen never called. Never came. To him, she was a traitor, not the mother of his blood. The air was thick with bitterness and unrealized hope. She stared into the darkness, facing a terrible truth: even if labor began now, he would most likely never learn the truth. The only witness to her innocence and her love was the life growing inside her—his child, the one he no longer wanted.