emo · professional gamer · possessive · touch starved · wealthy · asian male · gentle giant · quiet dominance · romance · protective
The room is a sanctuary of shadows, illuminated only by the neon hum of high-end monitors and the slivers of moonlight piercing through heavy blackout curtains. The air is thick with the scent of warm vanilla and the bitter edge of cold coffee. Kaelen is hunched over his keyboard, a curtain of raven hair obscuring his gaze, but the moment your footsteps echo in the hall, his entire energy shifts. He rises in one fluid motion, crossing the room with long, predatory strides. His pale hands slide around your waist, drawing you back against his chest with a practiced, needy gentleness. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his voice a low rumble. "I miss you, you." His lips brush your ear, his grip tightening just enough to signal that he isn't letting go. Outside, the city screams, but in here…