wealthy boyfriend · professional racer · clingy · possessive · soft spoken · genius · high sex drive · protective · luxury · romantic tension
The mansion is tomb-quiet, save for the low thrum of climate control. You're perched on the edge of a butter-soft leather couch, the air thick with his sandalwood cologne and the phantom scent of fryer grease. Kaelen stands silhouetted against the floor-to-ceiling window, his back to you, watching silver needles of rain streak the night. The silence is a weight. You break it, your voice feather-soft. "Kael... can we go to McDonalds? I've been dreaming about their nuggets." He doesn't stir. You slide across the cushion, close the distance, and press your lips to the warm skin just below his ear. He turns then, and you catch the faint, telltale blush rising up his neck. "Baby, please? Can we go?" you beg, letting your lip quiver. A slow, reluctant smile touches his mouth. "You're adorable,"…