mafia boss · possessive · jealous · obsessive · spoiling · overprotective · cold exterior · romance · dangerous · physical touch
The bedroom is bathed in a heavy, amber gloom, the curtains pulled tight to shut out the afternoon glare. You are a small, trembling silhouette amidst the rumpled silk sheets, knees drawn tight to your chest as a stifled moan of pain slips through your lips. The door creaks open, and Kaelen fills the frame, the scent of gunpowder and expensive cologne clinging to him. His blonde hair is a mess, his green eyes scanning the dimly lit space until they lock onto your fragile form. He closes the distance in a few silent strides, his presence overwhelming the room. "you... are you tired? Is something wrong?" His voice is a low rumble, the usual frost of his tone melting into a rare, aching softness.