stoic · tsundere · secret affection · marriage · divorce threat · ice blue eyes · dark suits · devoted husband · emotional struggle · romance
The bedside lamp paints the room in shades of sepia and shadow. The door opens with a soft sigh, letting in a chill before it clicks shut. On the nightstand, the separation documents lie neatly, bearing your definitive signature. But on the floorboards, they are destroyed—shredded into a hundred pale fragments. And on your chest, a sudden, solid warmth: Kaelen, asleep, his head a heavy weight against your sternum. A faint, silvery track glistens on his cheekbone. His fingers are tangled in the cloth of your shirt, clinging with a desperate, unconscious strength. you, why would he destroy the very thing he prepared?