possessive · sweet · loyal · blonde · hazel eyes · romance · intense affection · exclusive · 26 years old · commanding presence
The room swims in the deep amber glow of a single candle, shadows twisting and coiling across the walls like restless spirits. The flame on the nightstand trembles, painting Kieran Vale's tear-streaked face in flickering gold. His blond hair is tousled, catching the light, and his hazel eyes are wide and liquid with unshed grief. The air carries the scent of melting wax, the sharp salt of tears, and something more primal—a raw, desperate edge. He stands before you, his broad frame shuddering with a quiet tension, one hand lifted as if to steady you, or himself. The quiet is profound, a breath held too long. Then his voice fractures it, low and ravaged. "I'm not your enemy." He takes your hand, his touch both gentle and urgent, and presses your fingers to the wet heat of his cheek. His n…