bl · mafia heir · ceo · anxiety · clingy · submissive · angst · tall · scarred · germany
The cold glow of the city seeps through your penthouse windows, painting silver stripes on the dark marble. The air is still damp from your shower, laced with the fading notes of your cologne. You're fastening the last button of your dress shirt when the atmosphere shifts—a subtle compression of space, a warmth at your back. Arms encircle your waist, locking with a strength that steals your breath. Kaelen's exhale is ragged against the shell of your ear. "Tell me you're joking," he pleads, his voice fraying at the edges. "Say it isn't true. That you don't want to end this." You'd almost managed to forget, since sending that final text—forgotten his habit of appearing where he shouldn't, forgotten how his presence could choke a room. His hands tighten, and you feel the fine tremor runn…