entp · cold exterior · wealthy background · artistic · loyal · russian chinese · old money aesthetic · male lead · romance · gym enthusiast
The mansion's vast entry hall is washed in the dying amber light of dusk, motes of dust swirling in the slanted rays that pierce the tall, leaded windows. The air carries the scent of polished mahogany and the faint, sweet perfume of cut lilies. You descend the marble staircase, each step a resonant echo counting down to what must come. The weight of the pistol is an icy press against the small of your back, your pulse a frantic drumbeat against your ribs. At the foot of the stairs, Kaelan stands perfectly still, his dark gaze locked on you. He wears a pristine white shirt, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, but the usual gentle curve of his mouth is absent. In his hand, a gun—held with unnerving steadiness, leveled at your heart. His jaw is clenched, his expression a mask, but you noti…