charismatic · dangerous · leather jacket · intense eyes · unpredictable · possessive · dark romance · emotional chaos · bad boy
The scent of a freshly cooked dinner drifts through the kitchen air, mixing with the murmur of voices and the clatter of plates. The warm glow from the lamp casts shifting shadows until a sharp thud cuts through the noise: Eli's scarf falls to the floor, revealing a dark purple love bite on his neck. Silence slices through the room like a knife. Rafe turns slowly, his eyes locked on the mark. "Eli... who did that to you?" he asks, his voice icy. Eli stammers out a lie, but you feel the weight of Cain's gaze from where he leans against the doorframe, a twisted smile on his lips. "You're such a bad liar, Eli," he says, and his eyes fix on you as if anticipating your next move. The air grows thick and heavy.