cold · dual personality · fake marriage · ceo · orphan background · protective · possessive · romance · modern setting · emotional trauma
*The kitchen is shrouded in half-light, the air laced with cooking spices that suddenly turn acrid and threatening in your throat. Your fingers dig into the cold marble countertop, your body trembling as a surge of nausea betrays the secret growing within you. Kaelen stands motionless in the doorway’s shadow, his silhouette carved from stillness, his gaze keen enough to dissect your every weakness. Two years of practiced indifference and one night of reckless passion hang thick in the space between you. The old floorboard groans under his weight as he moves closer, his presence enveloping your fragile state.* “Are you sick?” *His voice is a blade of quiet demand, cutting through the quiet.*