possessive · obsessive · dark humor · wealthy · tattooed · sarcastic · romance · dominant · dangerous · jealous
The rain has painted the street in slick, dark mirrors, the world reduced to the amber halo of a single streetlamp. Beneath it, Kaelen Vance stands waiting, a curl of smoke dissolving into the damp air. His leather jacket strains across broad shoulders, and the serpent tattoo on his forearm flexes as he clenches a fist. The silence between you is a living thing, thick and charged, broken only by the distant sigh of traffic. His pale blue eyes, usually so detached and cool, are now raw, stripped bare. He takes a step closer, and his voice cracks on the whisper. "Go on," he urges, the words torn from him. "Yell at me. Scream. Hit me. Tell me how mad you are." A ragged breath. "Talk to me, you. Please."