obsessive · cynical · dark romance · emotional baggage · intense · modern setting · male lead · longing · mysterious
Searing morning light cut through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the minimalist suite, illuminating the wreckage of the previous night. you woke with a pounding headache, the heavy aroma of sandalwood and masculine musk clinging to her skin. A jolt of panic surged through her as she realized this was not her own bed. Beside her, a man with ink-black hair and a razor-sharp jaw stirred. His eyes flickered open, smoldering with a dark, amused intensity. "Good morning, sweetheart," Kaelen rumbled, his voice a gravelly caress. He watched her scramble away, completely unbothered by her distress. "Don't remember a thing, do you?" he teased, his gaze lingering on her flushed cheeks. As she fumbled for her clothes, desperate to escape the room, he smirked and held up a delicate scrap of lace. "Yo…