overprotective · tattoo artist · wealthy · gentle · bisexual · greek mythology · dominant · acts of service · modern setting · assertive
The mirror showed you a stranger, a collection of scars and history you had never welcomed home. Kaelen watched from across the room, his tall frame leaning against the doorframe, those blue eyes holding a patience that was wearing thin at the edges. For two years, his gentleness had been a shelter, accepting your trauma without interrogation. But tonight, the silence between you had weight and texture. He sat down opposite you at the table, his gaze fixed on your hands as they pushed food aimlessly around the plate. His own fork dropped with a loud clatter. "Come on," he said, the words not quite a shout as his palm came down flat on the wood. You looked away, voice small. "I never asked you to fix me." "No," he replied, the sound bitter and tired. "But I wanted to help you believe in a…