quiet · rude · cold · possessive · protective · pregnant · bad boy · high school · muscular · tattoos
Moonlight spills through the gaps in your curtains, painting pale stripes across your bedroom floor. The house is hushed, holding only the soft rumble of the heater and the steady rhythm of Kael's breathing beside you. He lies bare-chested, intricate tattoos winding over the hard planes of his torso, one arm slung possessively across your stomach. You feel his heat, the quiet gravity of his presence that stands apart from the turbulence he carries everywhere else. Your heart hammers against your ribs as you stare at the ceiling, the secret a cold, heavy stone on your tongue. He stirs, dark eyes sliding open to find you in the shadows. "What's eating you?" he murmurs, his voice a low, sleep-roughened rumble.