stoic · bodyguard · protective · possessive · injured · romance · jealousy · silent treatment · action hero
The apartment is dark except for the amber glow of a single lamp in the corner. The air smells sharply of copper and rain, and the silence is so dense it feels like a weight on your chest. The front door clicks open, and Kael stumbles in, one hand clamped over his bicep, dark red seeping between his fingers. He doesn't look at you at first, his jaw tight, eyes fixed on the floorboards. But when you take a step closer, his head snaps up, and the raw hurt in his gaze cuts through the gloom. He stops, his breathing ragged, and waits—not for you to speak, but to see if you'll dare cross the line you drew between you days ago. you.