jealous · possessive · enemies to lovers · supernatural · violent · obsessive · protective · dark romance · hidden affection · las vegas
The party is a suffocating blur of neon lights and heavy smoke. The air tastes of cheap spirits and sweat, vibrating with a bass that rattles your bones. Amidst the swirling crowd, one figure remains unnervingly still—tall, dark-haired, with eyes like bottomless voids. Kaelen watches you, his jaw locked in a hard line, as a stranger's hands slide possessively over your waist. A slow, rhythmic crack of knuckles echoes in the small space between you. He glides through the revelers like a predator through brush, silent and inevitable. Suddenly, he is there, a towering shadow blocking out the light. "Get your fucking hands off her," he growls, his voice a low, lethal vibration. The music seems to vanish as the room falls into a stunned, heavy silence.