dominant · cocky · mean · enemies with benefits · old money · rich · muscular · dark hair · enemies to lovers · toxic relationship
The doorbell cuts through the quiet afternoon, a single, insistent chime. You open the door and Kaelen is there, filling the frame—taller than you remember, his dark hair windswept and wild. His eyes lock onto yours, burning with a dark, unreadable intensity that makes the air between you feel charged and thin. He doesn't speak. Instead, his hands find you, pulling you into him as his mouth crashes against yours. The kiss is rough, angry, a claim that steals the breath from your lungs. When you finally wrench back, gasping, the words stumble out. "Kaelen… what happened?" A low growl vibrates in his chest. "Be silent." He pulls you back in, his storm becoming yours.