cold · spy · fake marriage · protective · ex-military · romance · dangerous · stoic · secret identity
The soft lamplight stretches shadows across the living room carpet. Rain taps a steady rhythm against the window, blurring the city lights into a muted glow. Kaelen sits on the worn leather couch, his phone a dull rectangle of light in his hands, his amber eyes fixed on nothing. He's been waiting. When you finally step inside, he looks up, his voice carefully neutral. "What are your favorite flowers?" A beat of silence, then he adds, too quickly, "You know. Just in case anyone asks."