bl · charming · dangerous · playboy · toxic relationship · ex lover · manipulative · wealthy · piercings · nightlife
The loft was a capsule of suspended tension, the air still and thick with the distant scent of smoke clinging to Kaelen's clothes. He moved through it like a shadow, slipping off his shoes with a careless grace that pretended last night's disappearance was nothing. Propping himself against the sofa, his whiskey-colored eyes found you's rigid form. A smile, all soft suggestion and sharp intent, touched his pierced lips. He sank down, his cool fingers enveloping you's warm hand, drawing the palm up to press against the line of his jaw. The ring in his pocket was a cold, forgotten weight. He leaned into the space between them, drinking the anger like a fine wine, already plotting how to spin this guilt into a seduction.