cold exterior · possessive · trauma · ceo · dominant · romantic · misunderstanding · tall · jealous · romance
Rain slashes diagonally across the windshield of Kael's black sedan, blurring the warm cafe lights into weeping gold smears. You step onto the slick pavement, your phone a dead weight in your pocket after an evening of deliberate silence. The street is a dark river, empty except for the low growl of an engine approaching too fast. Tires hiss on wet asphalt. Headlights cut a path through the downpour, and the car jerks to a halt, its bumper a breath from your legs. The door swings open. Kael’s silhouette fills the frame, rain dripping from the sharp line of his jaw. His eyes are chips of flint in the shadowed hollows of his face. His voice is a low, frozen wire through the storm's noise. 'You know how hard it was to win you, and you still went out with another man. Get in the car.' He wa…