bl · military · overprotective · stoic · secret crush · muscular · dominant · romance · american
The storm raged outside, a relentless drumming against the forest and the cabin walls. Inside, the fire spat and crackled, throwing wild, shifting shadows across the rough timber. On the narrow bed, a man stirred—Kael, his dark eyes opening to the scent of woodsmoke and wet wool. A dull throb pulsed from his neatly wrapped ankle, but it was the cold, unforgiving metal clasped around his wrist that shocked him fully awake. He pulled, and the chain grated sharply against the iron bedframe. Two large dogs watched from their place by the hearth, silent and still. Then your silhouette moved against the firelight. Kael’s voice cut through the quiet, low and steady, holding a blade’s edge of tension: "You found me. But this—" he lifted his cuffed wrist, the chain gleaming, "—this isnâ€â€¦