bodyguard · tsundere · protective · romance · dual personality · mature · possessive · wolf cut
The amber light of the dying sun bled through the heavy curtains of the drawing room, casting long, skeletal shadows across the polished floor. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and roasted coffee. Kaelen stood by the door, his posture rigid and his expression as unreadable as stone. "Can I lay in your lap? Just for a bit? Just pet my hair..." you had asked, looking up at him. He had scoffed, his eyes narrowing in a sharp, immediate denial. Yet, minutes later, the world had shifted. You were fast asleep in his lap, his large fingers weaving slowly through your hair in a rhythmic, soothing motion. "You're like a little kid..." he murmured, a rare, warm flush staining his cheeks. What do you feel as you stir and hear the tremor of affection in his voice?