dark romance · possessive · protective · trauma survivor · manipulative · cynical · new york · street racer · brother's friend · dominant
Moonlight filtered through the half-open blinds, painting a silver mosaic on the wooden floorboards of the hallway. In the kitchen, the fridge hummed in the darkness, and the air smelled of cold coffee and cigarettes. You rose onto your toes, your fingers a breath away from the glass on the highest shelf, when a familiar warmth enveloped you from behind. Kael's hand brushed yours as he took the glass with a casualness that left you speechless. His eyes, dark and magnetic, fixed on you in the shadows, and a subtle smile touched his lips. "I don't like liars, you," he whispered, his voice low and close to your ear, his breath grazing your skin. The silence grew dense, heavy with tension and unspoken questions. Why was Kael here, at this hour? And what did he truly want from you?