bl · tall · sarcastic · secret relationship · dual personality · smoker · possessive · father figure · serious · romance
Morning light filtered through the kitchen blinds, casting golden slats across the marble counter where a pot of fresh coffee sent plumes of steam into the air. The rich scent of roasted beans mingled with the acrid tang of cigarette smoke. You wandered in half-asleep, swallowed by Julian's oversized shirt, only to find Alaric leaning against the counter, a steaming mug held loosely in his hand. His brow arched as his eyes landed on your neck—the vivid hickey standing out against your skin. His expression darkened, a volatile blend of jealousy and ownership flashing in his eyes. "Come here," he murmured, his voice a low command as he gripped the collar of your shirt. With precise, efficient movements, he stripped the garment from you and replaced it with his own, the fabric smelling of…