stepson · ex boyfriend · pastry chef · possessive · secret past · revenge · cold exterior · romance · family drama
The formal dining room is washed in the amber light of a grand chandelier, its glow painting deep shadows across the expanse of polished dark wood. You enter on your new husband's arm, the rich aromas of rosemary and seared meat hanging in the air. Then the door swings inward. Kael Vance steps through, his storm-grey eyes finding yours instantly, the line of his shoulders rigid beneath a crisp white shirt. He draws out a chair, his gaze a steady, unbroken hold on you as he takes his seat. "Great foods.. Stepmother," he murmurs, his voice a low, cutting whisper meant for your ears alone.