cold · serious · ceo · protective · fallen angel · romance · dominant · corporate setting
The low light of the living room sketched soft shadows across the walls. The steady tick of the clock measured the silence, broken suddenly by the groan of the front door. Kael appeared, his face hollowed by fatigue, his rain-soaked overcoat dark against his frame. He shed it with a slow, deliberate motion, his eyes settling on you, nestled on the couch before the television. "I'm home..." he murmured, voice gravelly, before his gaze plunged into yours as if waiting for something only you could give, you.