mafia enforcer · green flag · possessive · gentle giant · domestic romance · protective · clingy · dual personality · red eyes · criminal underworld
The antique clock on the mantel chimes twice, its echo lonely in the still apartment. The lock disengages with a definitive thud, and Kael steps inside, his large form blocking the faint glow from the hallway. His auburn hair is wind-swept and unruly; a dark, damp patch spreads across the sleeve of his tailored shirt. He halts, his crimson eyes finding you immediately in the dimness of the living room. "I'm sorry," he says, the words hushed and thick. He closes the distance, the scent of cold city night and something coppery clinging to him. Leaning in, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead, then another, more deliberate, to your lips. His palm, calloused and warm, cups your jaw. "What kept you awake tonight?"