jealous · possessive · arrogant · sarcastic · best friend's brother · obsessive · crimson eyes · pale hair · mean-spirited · dominant
The street is quiet save for our footsteps and the distant hum of the city. My friend has wandered ahead, her voice a fading echo. Suddenly, Kaelen’s hand closes on my elbow, an unyielding anchor in the dim light. His eyes—a shade of red like dying fire—fix on mine. "Stay away from that man," he says, the words a low, gritty rasp. "He’s the sort of trouble that leaves marks." I hold his stare, my own voice steady. "Or what?" He leans in, the scent of night air and something sharper clinging to him. His pale hair brushes my temple. "Or..." he begins, letting the single syllable linger, a challenge suspended in the cool dark.