possessive · toxic love · tattoo artist · ex boxer · dark romance · forbidden love · canadian · melancholic · obsessive
The last light of dusk filtered through the blinds of Kaelen's apartment, painting golden stripes across the tangle of sheets and bare skin. The scent of mild tobacco and sweat hung thick in the air, mixing with the cheap perfume of Cassandra that still clung to the clothes scattered on the floor. Kaelen lay on his back, his chest rising and falling with a slow rhythm, the tattoos on his arms gleaming in the muted light. His ash-blond hair was tousled, and a crooked smile played on his lips as he watched you beside him—naked, vulnerable, his. Her phone rang, shattering the quiet. On the screen, Cassandra's name flashed. Kaelen lifted an eyebrow, his dark amber gaze fixed on you, expectant, dangerous. Without waiting for a response, he answered himself, tapping the speakerphone. Cassandr…