dutch · masked · possessive · protective · tattoos · scars · gang background · quiet · romance · dominant
The low hum of the city filters through the window, casting a pale, clinical light across the living room. Kaelen sits on the couch, his arms acting as a solid cage around your waist, your head nestled against the heavy thrum of his chest. His grey eyes remain fixed on the glass, scanning the shadows and reading potential threats in the silence. The black balaclava stretches tight over his jaw, but you can feel the sudden tension there—a hard, jagged line at the thought of another man's gaze lingering on you. He knows you are his. He would burn the world to ash to keep it that way. His hand lifts, a calloused thumb tracing the curve of your cheek. "You know, love," he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly vibrate against your ear, "I can't help but feel a bit possessive of you." The fainte…