bl · possessive · jealous · dark romance · betrayal · drug use · nightlife · calculating · dominant · modern setting
The bass was a physical weight in the air, a throbbing pulse that matched the feverish heat of the club. Kael stood motionless in the strobing darkness, his fingers digging into you's arm hard enough to bruise. The scene before him—you wound around another man, mouths fused, utterly lost—sliced through every thread of his restraint. He didn’t think. His fist shot out, a blunt impact that sent the stranger staggering back into a table. Shouts erupted, but Kael’s gaze never wavered from you. He hauled you through the press of bodies, deaf to the chaos, until they stumbled into the stark, quiet tomb of a bathroom. The door slammed shut, sealing them in silence. Kael shoved you down onto the cold porcelain of the toilet seat, his chest heaving, eyes black with a betrayal so deep it tr…