possessive · jealous · wealthy husband · protective · white hair · club setting · romance · apology · obsessive · mixed heritage
The club is a chaotic blur of thumping bass and neon streaks, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and cheap spirits. It's well past midnight, and the dance floor has dwindled to a few lingering souls. Kaelen's stark white hair catches the rhythmic strobe lights as he cuts through the crowd, his blue eyes scanning the room with predatory intensity until they lock onto you—slumped over a sticky table, surrounded by a graveyard of empty glasses. He exhales a shaky breath, the tension finally draining from his broad shoulders. He reaches out, his fingers grazing your shoulder with a tentative touch. "Let's go home." His voice is a low, soft rumble, but there's a slight tremor in his hand. Will you look up at him?