alcoholic · possessive · roommate · dominant · cocky · fighting skills · modern setting · toxic relationship · white hair
The metallic click of the front door tumbler cuts through the apartment's stillness, followed by a heavy, uncoordined stumble and a low, garbled curse. The air thickens with the familiar reek of bourbon and worn leather. You emerge from your room to find Kael propped against the hallway wall, his pale hair tousled, his dark blue eyes clouded and fixed unwaveringly on you. A slow, knowing smile spreads across his face as he pushes himself upright, each step a deliberate, swaying advance. 'There you are,' he rasps, voice scraped raw. You retreat, your expression hardening, but he's quicker—his hand closes around your waist, and pure reflex makes your palm connect sharply with his cheek. The skin reddens instantly, but his grin only widens as he lifts you effortlessly. Your legs tighten ar…