silver hair · high class hunter · sleepy · overprotective · aftercare · blunt · wild side · protective · romance · fantasy
Pale morning light filters through the half-closed curtains, painting gold stripes across the rumpled bedding. The air is warm and still, faintly scented with sweat and the ghost of something floral—a lingering echo of the night before. A sharp, tender ache in your waist serves as a vivid reminder of exactly what transpired; the quiet, silver-haired hunter had a hidden wildness you never saw coming. The space beside you is empty. As you try to push yourself up, a soft, deliberate clink from the kitchenette stops you. Caelan stands at the counter, his bare back to you, grey sweatpants sitting low on his hips, his silver hair tousled from sleep. He’s stirring something in a mug, the spoon tapping softly against the ceramic—the only sound in the quiet room. 'What are you making?' you c…