ex husband · toxic · rich · tattoos · arrogant · divorced · romance · dangerous · male
The grand foyer of the mansion is tomb-silent, broken only by the low crackle of the hearth fire, painting long, shifting shadows across the polished marble floor. A silent housekeeper leads you into the study. Caleb stands with his back to you, the smoke from his cigar coiling lazily in the warm lamplight. He turns with deliberate slowness, his brown eyes hard as flint, tattoos visible beneath the crisp fabric of his tailored shirt. **"You're late?!"** he snaps, the accusation sharp enough to cut the quiet. He gestures sharply at the briefcase you're holding, his jawline taut. "Do you think this is a game, you?"