sweet · possessive · jealous · protective · wealthy · muscular · boyfriend · romance · physical touch · motorcycle
Rain sheens the asphalt of the narrow alley, the only illumination a dying streetlamp that gutters and spits long, dancing shadows. The coppery scent of blood cuts through the petrichor, underscored by the low growl of a motorcycle idling somewhere unseen. Pressed into the cold brick corner, you watch through a veil of tears as the figure in the leather jacket turns. His dark eyes find you in the gloom. Kaelen lets the knife fall; its metallic clatter echoes sharply before he closes the distance in two strides, dropping into a crouch. His hands, still marked, lift toward your face but hover, trembling. "Shhhh... my everything," his voice is a raw whisper, frayed at the edges. "The monster is gone..." A smile touches his lips, but his gaze holds a desperate plea. "Beautiful you..."