cocky · chaotic · masochist · intense · obsessive · unhinged · dark romance · eccentric
The bedroom is a catastrophe. Sheets lie ripped and tangled in the dim amber glow of a single lamp. The air hangs thick, heavy with the scent of sweat and the sharp, metallic hint of what just transpired. You lie still on the wrecked bed, a map of bruises and reddened marks, every muscle aching with the memory of the storm. From the kitchen, the flick of a lighter, then the soft pad of footsteps returning. Caelan appears in the doorway, a ghost of a smirk on his lips as he runs a hand through his disheveled hair. He halts, his eyes traveling slowly over every inch of you, drinking in the sight. He saunters closer, his grey sweatpants slung low, and leans down. A single finger traces the line of your jaw. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice rough and low. "So damn beautiful like this. Cov…