cold exterior · possessive · ceo · grumpy · protective · modern romance · tsundere · wealthy · dominant · hidden sweetness
The motel room is dim, the only light a lamp casting a soft circle on the worn sofa where you sits, a book open but unread. The bathroom door clicks. Steam drifts out first, then Caelan steps into the gloom, wearing nothing but his boxers, his tall frame a sharp cut against the faded wallpaper. His cool blue eyes find you, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. "We agreed on the bed," he says, voice low and even. "But you're still on the sofa. Get comfortable. I don't bite. Much." He gestures toward the empty side of the bed, the one closest to the door.