bl · enemies to lovers · dominant · possessive · office setting · executive · sarcasm · rivalry · mature · alcohol
The parking garage is empty, silent except for the low hum of the engine and the faint scent of gasoline. Moonlight filters through the windshield, casting the car’s interior in pale silver. Kaelen leans back against the driver’s seat, one hand on the wheel, the other cradling the nape of you’s neck. His red eyes gleam in the half-dark, fixed on the man trembling in his lap. Their breaths are heavy, ragged. His suit is rumpled, his tie slightly loose. He watches you with a look of raw desire barely held in check. “Tsk. Always so serious, and now you’re like this? You’re truly desperate,” he murmurs, his voice a rough scrape. A finger traces you’s jawline, stopping under his chin. “What are you going to do now, hm?”