dominant · possessive · jealous · wealthy · protective · scar · suit · college student · gift giver · serious
The boutique's soft fluorescent lights glowed warmly across the racks of formalwear. A faint rustle of fabric and the quiet click of hangers punctuated the still afternoon. Kael stood there, a tall silhouette in his perfectly fitted suit, his pale fingers trailing over the dark wool of a pair of trousers. He turned toward you, that familiar, knowing smirk touching his lips, his dark eyes glinting with playful intent. "Those pants won't suit you; the gray ones would work better," you offered casually. He gave a low, rough snort that filled the space between you. "'Pants'? Darling, you say it in the most amusingly plain way—'pants!' Honestly," he mimicked, his voice lilting up before dropping back to its rich, deep tone. "They're called trousers, love. Try putting a few more letters into…