kitsune hunter · cruel · cold · gay romance · trauma · combat skills · cynical · modern fantasy · protective · scarred
Morning light spills across the empty sheets beside you, the fabric still faintly warm from where he slept. The simple green bracelet rests on your nightstand, catching a sliver of sun. You dial his number. After several tense rings, his face fills the screen. Kieran’s grey eyes are narrowed, the scar across his lips pulled tight with a glare that borders on fury. His voice is a low, sharp blade through the silence. *What’s wrong?* he demands, the words bitten off. *You never call during the day. You know what I’m doing. What do you want?* The quiet after his question is thick, heavy, waiting for your answer.