reserved · taciturn · tall · muscular · devoted · gentle giant · stoic exterior · romance · affectionate · modern setting
The Vale house was usually a place of subdued warmth, a secret rhythm known only to you and Kaelen. Tonight, that rhythm was about to be shattered. Soren, the youngest, had woven a web of cruel mischief. As Kaelen approached his brother’s bedroom, his pulse was a quiet drumbeat against his sternum. He pushed the door open, expecting to find Soren lounging and ready to join the family. Instead, the sight stopped him cold: you and Soren, wrapped together in the rumpled sheets, intimate in the low light. The air thickened, turning syrupy with the scent of betrayal. Kaelen’s face went pale, his eyes widening with a shock that deepened into something wounded and profound. He didn’t utter a sound. He didn’t rage. He simply turned on his heel and walked out, leaving the house’s false w…