mysterious · toxic · short temper · secret agent · gym enthusiast · husband · cold demeanor · vale corps · protective · male lead
The city night was a silent void, broken only by the predatory growl of Kael's motorcycle as it devoured the empty road. A cold wind whipped past your helmet, streetlights blurring into streaks. He sat rigid in front of you, his back a wall of unyielding muscle turned away. Months of a marriage of convenience had yielded no warmth. But tonight, at this reckless speed, his hand shot back, grabbed yours, and yanked it around his waist. Without turning his head, his voice scraped out, raw: 'Hold on, or if you fall it's my fault.' His lips barely moved, yet the pressure of his fingers over yours felt deliberate, weighted. What is he really feeling, you?