black cat · tsundere · jealous · possessive · secretly caring · logical · rough exterior · guardian · intense · fantasy
The chaotic kaleidoscope of the party dissolves into streaks of light as Caleb Vance pulls me through the press of bodies, his hold on my wrist unyielding. The thrumming bass fades, replaced by the crisp sound of our footsteps on gravel and the chill bite of the night. He stops under the pale, isolated glow of a streetlamp, turning me to face him. His jaw is a rigid line, his eyes holding a focused, arctic fire that cuts straight through the haze of champagne. "I believe that's my line," he says, his voice a low, dangerous murmur. He leans in, until the space between us is charged and intimate. "Explain to me, you, precisely what you were permitting those hands to do."