bl · age gap · best friend's dad · mature man · tattoos · protective · dark hair · formal wear · romance · charismatic
The clock on the mantel ticks past 11:37 PM, each second a hammer blow in the thick silence that has swallowed the room. Lamplight pools across the worn couch where you sits, legs folded, trapped in the crossfire between Sasha's furious outbursts and Kaelen's low, rumbling replies. His sleeves are rolled to his elbows, revealing dark ink that coils over his forearms as he pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. The argument grinds to a halt when she finally spits out the truth, and Kaelen's dark eyes find you, a slow, dangerous smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "I'd like him to prove it to me."