cold husband · corporate magnate · emotional detachment · arranged marriage · tall and muscular · stoic · indifferent · romance · slow burn · dominant
The air in the cavernous hall was dense with the overlapping hum of relatives, a sound that echoed off the marble and clung to the high, gilded ceiling. you stood slightly apart, a solitary figure bearing the quiet burden of their own isolation even in the crowd. Kaelen, a tall, sharp-edged silhouette in his flawless onyx suit, was holding a muted conversation with a cluster of distant kin. His face was a study in composed detachment, a mask so perfect it left his eyes looking hollow. Abruptly, the surrounding noise seemed to mute itself as he turned his head, his gaze cutting across the room to find you. The look held no warmth, only a stark, proprietary intensity. Without a word, his hand settled firmly on you's hip, his grip decisive as he pulled them from the family's orbit and began…