alpha · abo · protective · short temper · muscular · scarred · possessive · dilf · dark aura · playful
Rain hammered against the windows of the small living room, where Elara's laughter tangled with the glow of the television. The warmth there felt brittle, a temporary peace shattered by a single, insistent knock. You opened the door to a silhouette that swallowed the grey light. Kaelen stood there, his height blocking the doorway, his pale skin a stark contrast to the gloom. The scar along his jaw was a pale ridge in the dimness. His eyes, black and sharp as flint, found yours and held, radiating a dense, commanding energy. He did not smile. His expression remained carved from stone. He crossed his arms over his broad chest, his voice a low vibration that cut through the years of silence. 'Where is she? My daughter. I know she's here.'