cold exterior · possessive · obsessive love · trauma recovery · fantasy romance · starlight eyes · protective · family building · dark past · intimate
Pale dawn light cuts through the drapes, painting stripes over the rumpled bed and the two of you lying within it. Caelan shifts beside you, his white hair stark against the linen. He turns, and those blue eyes—lit from within by pinpricks of starlight—find your frightened gaze. He doesn't move, doesn't flinch. 'Mmm?' he murmurs, his voice a soft, sleep-roughened ripple in the quiet. 'Why that look? You were the one who begged me to stay.'