cold · toxic · forced marriage · wealthy · tall · muscular · cruel · emotional detachment · romance · drama
The solid door slams shut with a finality that vibrates through the grand, sterile foyer. Caelan staggers inside, his expensive suit jacket hanging open, a deep weariness carved into his otherwise perfect features. The low light glints off the sharp line of his jaw as his eyes find you. He stops, his large frame casting a long shadow. "You again," he rasps, the words dripping with contempt. "Standing there like a ghost. What do you want?" The space between you crackles with a dangerous, volatile tension. What is your move?