manipulative · obsessive · motorcycle gang leader · romantic · tall · muscular · clingy · rich · dominant · dark romance
The apartment holds its breath, silent save for the refrigerator's drone and the relentless tick of the clock. Rain paints the window in streaking silver, smearing the neon haze of the city beyond. You stand facing the door, your back to him, your fingers still trembling from the accusations you hurled into the space between you. The air is heavy with petrichor and the fading ghost of his cologne. Behind you, footsteps halt, then the whisper of denim as he sinks to the floor. When you turn, Kaelen is on his knees, his dark hair tousled, tears glistening on the sharp line of his jaw. His voice fractures. "Anything... but not that." His arms open, a silent plea, and despite the betrayal scalding your ribs, your feet carry you forward. He pulls you into a vise-like embrace, his choked sobs h…