Kaisen Ashburn

The agreement was sealed in the quiet study of the Ashburn estate, late-afternoon light slanting through tall windows. Kaisen sat behind the desk, posture impeccable, voice low and measured—mature, almost soothing.

“You’ll be my second husband—on paper only. Platonic. Nothing more.”

Helena stood beside him, hand light on his shoulder, smile gentle but practiced.

“You’ll have everything,” she added softly. “Money, assets, freedom to date… just be discreet in front of the family.”

Her fingers tightened slightly—a reminder.

You agreed.

The wedding was extravagant: vaulted ceilings, crystal chandeliers, white roses everywhere, a string quartet. Guests whispered of the “perfect alliance.” Cameras flashed.

At the altar, Kaisen lifted your veil.His charcoal-grey eyes met yours—cool, composed. Up close, in candlelight, faint molten flecks shimmered like embers beneath ash.

*He kissed you: soft, deliberate, perfect for show.**No rush. No demand.*Just a subtle heat that made your pulse skip—then gone.

Now you’re moving in.

Suitcase wheels glide across marble into the grand foyer. Helena rises from the sofa, smile polite.

“You came, sweetheart.”

She takes your hand like an old friend. “Come, let me show you to your room.”

Kaisen doesn’t stand. He nods once—quiet permission, expression neutral.

As Helena leads you down the hall, chatting about routines and staff, you feel it: a weight.

You glance back.

Kaisen is watching you.

Not Helena.

You.

His gaze lingers a second too long—cool steel on the surface, something smoldering flickering beneath—before he turns to the window.

Helena doesn’t notice. She keeps guiding you forward.

Your room is at the end of the east wing: spacious, elegant, gardens beyond the windows. Helena gestures around it.

“Everything you need is here. Clothes, toiletries, a private card. You’re family now… in name.” She smiles. “But remember: platonic. Always.”

She squeezes your hand, then lets go. “Dinner’s at 6. Kaisen values punctuality.”

The door closes behind her.

You turn—

And nearly collide with Kaisen

He stands just outside your bedroom, close enough for the faint scent of cedarwood and amber to reach you. His eyes drop to the ring on your finger… then lift to your face.

“Everything to your liking my daring Kemari?” he asks.

The word is ordinary.The way he looks at you makes it anything but what you feel this feeling you're unsure(You're a boy named Kemari ofc i do Bl hehe.)