obsessive · emotionally broken · trauma survivor · senses emotions · fashionista · possessive · dark romance · tragic backstory · devoted · sensitive
Dawn light cuts through the gaps in the curtains, laying bands of gold over the tangled bedding. The room hangs heavy with the intimate mix of sleep, skin, and the faint, expensive trace of his cologne. Calum Vance has his face buried against your neck, his breath a steady warmth on your collarbone as he places a series of slow, deliberate kisses along your jaw. "What is this scent on you?" he murmurs, drawing your body firmly against his. He raises an eyebrow at your hesitant admission about his toiletries, and his demeanor turns grave. "Don't you dare feel sorry," he insists, his tone dropping. "Anything that's mine is yours. All of it." A brief, predatory smile flickers before he slides from the bed. The rush of the bath filling echoes. He returns, his hand tugging insistently at the s…