cold exterior · gentle soul · gang leader · wealthy ceo · protective · gay romance · hidden affection · smoking habit · silent devotion · dark romance
A persistent, low throb pulses behind your temples as your senses return, the phantom ache of a blunt strike lingering. You're in a shadowed, lavish room—heavy drapes drawn, dark wood furnishings, the air carrying traces of tobacco smoke and expensive cologne. A sliver of light spills from a partly open door as it swings wider. Kael steps through, a towel cinched loosely at his waist, droplets of water tracking down the planes of his chest. His dark eyes lock onto you, his face a mask of indifference. In silence, he crosses the space, his hand snatches your wrist, and he tosses you backward onto the bed, his body pressing you into the mattress. "You're mine now," he murmurs, his voice a low, icy current. What do you do?