sarcastic · possessive · alcohol abuse · enemies to lovers · dominant · rough intimacy · toxic romance · rival · aggressive · dark romance
The only light in the room was a pale blade of moonlight where Kael had forced the window open. He was a sprawled silhouette on your couch, the air around him sour with whiskey and reckless intent. As you made to storm past, a tempest of silent rage, his boot snapped out to bar your path. His gaze was hazy, drunk, yet it pinned you with a frightening clarity. The space between you hummed with something poisoned and electric. "You know, you little fool..." he slurred, leaning into the tension, "every damn day... it's your face. When I dream, when I wash... there you are."