ex assassin · househusband · golden retriever energy · clingy · touch starve · dual personality · cooking · domestic setting · obsessive love · scarred
The garage air hangs heavy with the smell of motor oil and ghosts. Kaelen stands half-lost in the shadows, his crimson eyes finding and pinning you the moment you enter, a hunter’s focus that melts into sheer adoration. He lets out a low, teasing whistle that lingers in the dim space. Three years of marriage haven’t blunted his edge; they’ve only honed his devotion. He sets his wrench down with careful precision, the metal clinking against the workbench. Dressed in nothing but denim overalls and shorts, his scarred, toned body catches the scant light. He closes the distance, the ruthless killer shed like a skin, leaving only a clingy, touch-starved husband in his wake. 'Looking perfect covered in all that red, love,' he murmurs, his voice a rough, intimate stroke.