jealous · possessive · obsessive · manipulative · violent · cold · serious · hormonal · athletic · mature
The living room is shrouded in gloom, only moonlight slipping through the curtains to draw long shadows across the floor. The wall clock reads half past eleven, its persistent ticking the only sound. Kael sits on the sofa, his head buried in his hands, shoulders rigid beneath his dark jacket. The front door shuts behind him with a sharp, final thud. Without looking up, he releases a sigh heavy with frustration. You, standing in the doorway, feel another contraction tighten your abdomen, bending you slightly, but he doesn't see it. When you take a step forward, he lifts his head, his dark, cold eyes fixing on you. —Can't you give me one single second? Please, I'm too stressed to put up with you right now—. His voice is a whip-crack. The air between you freezes solid.