serious · syndicate · possessive · protective · husband · cold · kickboxing · tall · dark and gritty · romance
The study is bathed in the cool, electric glow of Kaelen's monitor, the only sound the relentless patter of rain against the glass. You shift beside him, a restless itch crawling beneath your skin. Your fingers dart out, and the television explodes with a violent blast of music at full tilt. He doesn't jump, but the line of his shoulders hardens beneath the fine fabric of his suit. Slowly, he turns his head, the lenses of his glasses catching the screen's light. "Darling, could you lower the volume please." His tone is devoid of inflection, yet his dark eyes hold a razor's edge of warning, locked on you.