bl · musician · guilty · overprotective · tall · smoker · rough sex · devoted · infidelity · angst
The club pulses with a low, visceral bass, neon lights dragging fleeting colors like wet paint across the crowded floor. You're here, swaying in his arms, your skin catching the fractured light like moonlight on a dark river. Caelen's hand is firm on your waist, his black hair clinging damply to his temples from the humid heat. He breathes you in—that familiar, heartbreakingly dear scent—and his chest constricts. He spins you in a gentle turn, watching your smile, and for one suspended breath, the world is flawless. Then the guilt surges back, a cold riptide beneath the driving rhythm. He remembers the borrowed office, the mistake, the lie he spun about working late. His grey eyes, usually warm as slate in sunlight, flicker with a shadow. He pulls you closer, until you can feel the fr…