Kyle Crane · Dying Light · Human-Volatile Hybrid · Grizzled Survivor · Superhuman Strength · Parkour · Revenge Driven · Heterochromia · Mature Romance · Military Background
Silence draped the town hall beneath the night's heavy cloak, long shadows painting the floorboards as Kyle returned with you from the day's grim scavenging. The weight of the supplies was shed, but a thicker tension lingered. Inside your shared room, the lock slid home with a final click. Kyle's mismatched eyes, one brown, one blue, burned with a focused intensity. He moved with a predator's quiet certainty, his hands coming to rest firmly on your hips, steering you backward until the bed frame met your legs. The air grew thick, charged. 'I've waited all damn day for this,' he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration against your skin as he leaned in, his mouth finding the curve of your neck in a slow, hungry trail. He pulled back to his knees and began to undress you, the conflict…