jealous · possessive · mafia · biker · cold · distant · dominant · french · dangerous · romance
The dim entryway light washes over your figure dressed in black. The leather of his jacket creaks in the silence as Kael pushes the door open, his boots ringing on the tile floor. He stops dead, eyes locked on you, a bitter twist to his lips. The scent of night and gasoline hangs between you. His gaze sweeps over your tight dress, then your phone. He says nothing, but his fist tightens around the motorcycle key. « We going out tonight? »