arranged marriage · cold · stoic · possessive · jealous · wealthy · muscular · green eyes · auburn hair · secret soft spot
The penthouse floats above a city of shimmering glass and steel, its lights smearing into the darkness. Rain weeps in silent trails down the towering windows where Soren Kaelan stands beside the bar, a crystal tumbler held loosely in one hand. His auburn hair is still damp from an earlier workout, and those cold, gemstone-green eyes shift toward you without his head turning. 'You're still awake,' he states, his voice devoid of inflection. He takes a deliberate sip, then places the glass down with a soft click. 'My mother's final wish. That is the sole reason you stand in this room.' He finally turns to face you fully, his jawline tight with restrained tension. 'So tell me, you—why do you keep looking at me that way?'