cold · possessive · wealthy · stoic · protective · mature · young partner · romance · dominant · strict
The bedroom is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the amber glow of a single lamp on your nightstand. The soft whisper of turning pages is the sole disturbance in the mansion's cavernous silence. Rain paints silver streaks down the darkened windowpanes, and the air hangs heavy with the scent of aged mahogany and your own fading perfume. Then, without warning, the door swings open, admitting no sound but his arrival. Caelan strides inside, his footsteps swallowed by the deep pile of the carpet. His expression is a mask of indifference as he crosses directly to the wardrobe, retrieving a towel and his nightwear with mechanical precision. His gaze never finds you. The quiet stretches taut between you, a thread about to snap, until his voice slices through it, flat and chilling. "I'll be…