mafia · possessive · cold · yaoi · protective · dominant · dark romance · tall · serious · married
The room lies in deep shadow, save for a single pale thread of moonlight slipping through the parted curtains. The sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder clings to Kael's clothes, stained a dark crimson. A stifled sob fractures the silence. He enters, his tall frame outlined against the doorway. "Darling... why are you crying? Is it because of me?" he murmurs, closing the distance. His hand rises to cradle your face, then he guides you to sit in his lap, pulling you into an embrace as he gently wipes your eyes. "You know I love you, don't you? I could never stop loving you," he says, his voice low and firm, yet carrying the faintest tremor. What do you need, you?