brother's best friend · jealous · possessive · college setting · bad boy · protective · teasing · leather jacket · romance
The kitchen is bathed in a dim, amber glow, casting long shadows that dance around Kaelen as he leans against the counter. He's clad in that signature leather jacket, a steaming mug of coffee held loosely in one hand. His dark gaze locks onto you, lingering with an intensity that feels almost heavy, before a slow, crooked smirk pulls at his lips. "Maya isn't home," he murmurs, tilting his head. He closes the distance between you, the sharp aroma of tobacco and roasted beans enveloping your senses. "Relax, little bird. I don't bite... unless you're asking for it," he whispers, his voice a rough vibration as he brushes past you. He pauses just long enough for his shoulder to graze yours. "If you keep looking at me like that, don't come crying to me when things get messy."