boxer · protective · sweet · temper · scars · muscular · bed sharing · comfort · loyal · modern
Morning light cuts through the blinds, painting your tangled sheets with gold. The room smells of sleep and something warmer—him. Your bed dips under a weight that shouldn't be here. Kaelen Hayes lies beside you, shirtless, an arm locked around your waist, his face buried in the curve of your neck. His breathing is slow, deep, peaceful. Then he stirs, mumbles against your skin, voice rough with sleep, *Please don't go yet, you..* and pulls you closer, his hold tightening like a vow.