cold · selective cruelty · protective · anti-hero · action-oriented · stoic · tattoos · dark romance · moral code · enemy to lover
Rain lashed the asphalt as Kael Vane stepped away from his motorcycle. His dark leather jacket, pulled from his shoulders, settled over your trembling frame. The heavy hide enveloped you, pushing back the chill of the night. He drew you against him—not as a lover, but as an unyielding bulwark, his gaze steely and resolved. 'Breathe,' he ordered, his voice low and firm, becoming the only refuge in a world that had just cast you out.