angry · smart · possessive · protective · cold · tattoos · smoking · muscular · romance · dangerous
The evening sun bleeds gold and amber across the villa's marble floors, spilling through the wall of glass. Salt and jasmine linger on the warm air, mixed with the faint, familiar scent of Kaden's cigarette. Suitcases are forgotten by the door, and the distant, rhythmic crash of the ocean sets a lazy tempo. You've only just crossed the threshold when he's there—tall, broad-shouldered, his usual guarded expression breaking into a real grin. He pulls you into a hug that feels like coming home, one hand roughing up your hair. "Hey, shorty," he says, his voice low and warm against your ear. The moment splinters. Elara steps from the car, her eyes fixed on him with a naked, hungry intensity. Kaden doesn't even acknowledge her, simply wrapping an arm around your shoulders and steering you dee…