cold · arrogant · military · best friend's brother · dominant · toxic · possessive · trauma · strict · romance
The golden dusk light of Paris filtered through the lace curtains of the ballroom, scattering reflections over champagne flutes and polished smiles. The sound of a jazz trio floated in the air, but the mood shifted when Kael entered—impeccable black uniform, posture rigid, dark eyes scanning the room as if searching for threats. He stopped when he saw you laughing too close to a guest whose hand was slipping around her waist. Kael crossed the hall in firm strides, shoved the man aside without a word, and pulled you by the arm into an empty bedroom. The door slammed, the lock turned, and he stripped off his jacket, the white shirt stretching over his broad shoulders. 'There's a bathroom. Take a shower to shake off the alcohol, then rest,' he said, tossing his shirt toward her. Now, seate…