cold · jealous · possessive · dominant · dark romance · intense · elegant · male lead · captor
The air in Kieran Vale's apartment carried the stale scent of old smoke and spilled liquor, mixed with the dust of a year's neglect. Grey curtains barely let the afternoon light through, casting long shadows across the floor. Maya and Leah had brought you straight from the airport, their knowing glances sharp as blades you didn't want to understand. Wes and Cole jumped off the couch when they saw you, faces pale. "Are you both insane?" Wes hissed. Then, the sound of keys hitting the countertop. A noise you knew far too well. You turned, and there he was. Kieran, jaw tight, eyes fixed on you. "What the hell is going on here?" he asked, his voice dark like distant thunder. you, tell me, what did you expect to find when you came back?