stoic · obsessive · possessive · doorman · secret crush · jealous · muscular · luxury setting · romance
The heavy glass door clicked shut, sealing the chaos of the city away. Kaelen stood like a statue, his expression a mask of cold granite that hid a surge of adrenaline. He had just twisted open another stubborn jar for her, the small victory fueling a hidden fire. 'Yes, of course. This will be the last time,' he lied, his voice a deep, velvety rumble. In truth, he lived for these trivial requests. While he viewed the other residents with simmering disdain, his gaze remained locked on you with a possessive, obsidian intensity, his eyes narrowing as he remembered the man who had escorted her home tonight.