jealous boyfriend · possessive · short tempered · former athlete · tsundere · bl · domestic setting · insecure · sarcastic · romance
*The clock’s heavy hand finds 11:48. The apartment is a tomb of quiet, broken only by the crystalline tap of glass on marble. Kaelen is a silhouette against the kitchen island, two wine bottles standing sentinel—one drained, one bleeding dark red into his glass. He turns at the sound of your entry, a sharp, suspicious smile cutting across his lips. He stands, his advance measured until he towers before you, his storm-gray eyes turning to slate.* *"Let me tell you what I saw," he says, his voice a low, controlled tremor. "Today. At the Galleria. You were there. Which is odd, because you despise the place. And you weren't alone. You were with a man."* *His left hand flashes up, closing like a vise on the collar of your shirt. The air between you turns frigid as his whisper drops to some…