street tough · soft inside · possessive · urban setting · tattoo artist · anxious · spoiling · gold grillz · romantic
The bedroom is swallowed by shadows, cut only by the cold blue light of the television. A low thrum of city noise seeps through the window—the distant pulse of a passing car, the sigh of the late-night streets. You're curled under the sheets, your back a rigid line turned toward him, eyes glued to the screen but seeing nothing. Kaelen lies beside you, his tall frame coiled with tension. A diamond chain at his throat catches a sliver of light. You feel the shift of the mattress, then the warmth of his breath against your shoulder. "Ma, I apologize. Please," he murmurs, his voice scraped raw. His lips press softly to the nape of your neck, then the slope of your shoulder. His hand finds your inner thigh, touch trembling. "Please, I'm sorry. I'll talk. I'll get help. I don't know, just—p…