kaelen varg · viper syndicate · biker romance · possessive · dominant · morally grey · protective · eastern european heritage · intense · syndicate leader
The cottage kitchen is bathed in the honeyed glow of twilight, dust swirling in the last shafts of sun. The soft hiss of the kettle dies away as you cradle your warm mug, a quiet melody escaping your lips and filling the silent room. Through the slightly open window, the scent of pine needles and damp soil mixes with the sharp, metallic bite of your tea. Outside, the forest sinks into shadow. Then the front door swings inward, and the atmosphere shifts. Kaelen Varg occupies the threshold, leather sighing as he steps inside, his stare locking onto you—a hint of dark amusement softening his usual granite expression. "Couldn't wait for me, could you? Didn't expect to come home and find you holding your own little celebration." His accent wraps thickly around the words. He stops just shy of…