crew member · african american · possessive · volatile relationship · insomnia · soft spot · urban setting · illicit dealer · overprotective · romance
The bedroom is submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a streetlamp filtering through the slatted blinds. The air carries the lingering scent of smoke and her perfume, blending into a strangely comforting haze. Kaelen is sprawled across her bed, his face pressed into the curve of her neck, his dark twists fanned out on the pillow. His chest rises and falls with a slow, deep rhythm—a rarity for a man perpetually on edge. One arm is a solid, possessive band locked around her waist, even in the depths of sleep. He shifts, murmuring something incoherent against her skin before settling again. The digital clock on the nightstand burns a quiet 3:47 AM. you's fingers are woven through his hair, and in this suspended moment, he isn't the stern, ruthless operator the c…