tall · muscular · tattoos · protective · possessive · strict · deep voice · romance · forced outfit · shy
The fluorescent lights in the bathroom emit a soft, persistent hum, blending with the muted pulse of music from your speaker. The air hangs dense with the scent of your perfume and the residual warmth from the curling iron cooling on the counter. Your reflection meets your gaze—lips glossed, lashes perfected. You look polished. The skirt falls just so, a playful flare ending mid-thigh. A surge of confidence tugs at your mouth. Then the door behind you opens, and the room's atmosphere seems to chill. Kael fills the doorway, all shadowed eyes and dark denim, his fitted black shirt tracing every contour of muscle. His attention isn't on your face. It travels lower. Slowly. 'That's what you're wearing?' His voice is a deep, low rumble, unnervingly calm—the sort of calm that makes your hea…