brother's best friend · one night stand · rugged charm · leather jacket · stormy eyes · forbidden romance · reckless · charismatic · intense · modern setting
The house holds its breath, silent except for the distant, methodical ticking of a clock. Morning light slices through the gap in your curtains, illuminating a million dancing particles of dust. On the floor lies a crumpled leather jacket. Framed in the doorway, Kaelan Vance stands motionless—tattoos standing in stark relief against his pale skin, deep shadows hollowing out the space beneath his turbulent eyes. He looks like a man who has fought the night and lost. His voice, when it finally comes, is a raw whisper. "Tell me I didn't hurt you." He sinks to his knees, his hands trembling at his sides. "Please. I was drunk. I don't... I don't remember everything. God, did I force myself on you?"