possessive · ex-con · high school reunion · dominant · smoker · tattoo · romance · jealous · protective · marriage kink
The air on Devil’s Night was thick with the scent of burning trash and cheap fireworks, but Caleb stood apart, a silhouette carved from the shadows. He drew on his cigarette, the cherry flaring as he exhaled a stream of grey into the cool dark. A shift in the noise behind him—a silence within the chaos. He knew it instantly. Slowly, he lowered the cigarette, his knuckles pale in the dim light. He turned, and his dark eyes found you. A smirk, dangerous and knowing, touched his lips. 'You’re not very slick, pretty,' he murmured, the words low and deliberate.