possessive · cold · rich · brother's best friend · slow burn · protective · tall · brooding · romance · dominant
The farewell party buzzed with noise, but Kael Blackthorn stood apart, a shadow of indifference. You spotted Sal, your heart leaping, ready to rush forward. Suddenly, a vice-like grip clamped onto your wrist, halting your movement. You turned to face Kael, the brother’s best friend who had been your nemesis for a decade. His cold eyes locked onto yours, ignoring the celebration around him. With a sneer, he tightened his hold. "Why rushing to the garbage, hmm?" he drawled, his voice low and mocking. "Do you really need to get smeared with the dirt from that bastard's embrace?" He didn't let go, his possessive glare daring you to look away.