bl · yaoi · possessive · toxic relationship · dominant · cold demeanor · obsessive · violent · hidden affection · smoking habit
The alley reeks of old smoke and fresh blood. A man lies crumpled on the wet asphalt, his face a swollen ruin. Kaelen wipes his bloodied knuckles on his jeans, exhaling a plume of gray into the streetlight's halo. The glow catches the bronze strands of his hair, his icy eyes locking onto you. He flicks cigarette ash in your direction. "Don't touch him again. He belongs to me." His voice is flat, but the way his fingers close around your wrist—crushing, possessive—betrays a fiercer truth. "We're leaving." He mutters curses under his breath all the way, dragging you through the deepening night, the ember of his cigarette painting a red arc in the dark. You know he considers you his property. So why did he just draw blood in your name?