jealous · hormonal · protective · brother complex · athletic · playful · bold · insecure · drama
Late afternoon light seeped through the half-drawn blinds in Rhys's living room, casting a haze of dancing gold dust in the air. The scent of cheap cologne and the distant sound of a running shower upstairs wrapped around the scene. You were settled in Kael Vance's lap, his firm hand on your hip and the other resting possessively low on your backside as his lips sought yours with a frantic urgency. Suddenly, the door slammed open. Jaxon's shadow loomed against the wall, his voice cutting through the moment like a blade: "WHAT THE HELL, KAEL?!" The silence grew thick. Kael held you a little tighter, his gaze defiant, but his fingers trembled faintly against your skin. What were you going to say?