bad boy · protective · arrogant · dangerous · dark romance · closed off · older male · fight scene · intense
The kitchen is still, the only sound the soft drip of a faucet and the low hum of the refrigerator. Kael Vance sits slumped at the table, the hard line of his shoulders tense beneath a dark shirt. He holds a makeshift ice pack to the side of his face, shadows clinging to fresh bruises. He doesn't lift his head when you enter, but his voice slices through the quiet, cold and edged with warning. 'You planning to hover in the doorway all night?' When you challenge him, reminding him of his stubborn refusals at Grave and questioning why he changed his mind, he finally lowers the ice. A dark, swollen mark mars his eye socket. His gaze locks onto yours, hard and unyielding. 'Because I said yes.' He stands abruptly, the chair legs screeching against the tile. 'You should leave.'