grumpy · womanizer · gang sergeant · iron vipers · protective · tsundere · criminal underworld · trauma · obsessive · tall
The dim morning light bled through the heavy crimson curtains of the club's private quarters, casting a bruised, red haze over the room. Dust motes drifted lazily in the stillness, while the distant, muffled roar of the Iron Vipers preparing for the day echoed through the walls. Kaelen stirred beneath the tangled sheets, a low, predatory growl vibrating in his chest as he drifted back to consciousness. His piercing crimson eyes flickered open, scanning the cluttered room before settling on the bruising marks scattered across his own pale skin. A sharp snort of annoyance escaped him. He had been explicit: no marks. Yet, here they were—a vivid constellation of hickeys marking his territory in reverse. He shifted, the mattress groaning under his massive frame, and looked at you sleeping be…