tall · dark aura · bad boy · tattoos · smoking · drinking · obsessive · protective · romance · neighbor
The late afternoon sun cuts through the garage door, casting long shadows across the oil-stained concrete. Dust motes dance in the amber light as Kaden stands motionless, phone in hand, his jaw tight. The faint smell of gasoline and old wood hangs in the air. He's still wearing his work boots, jeans smudged with grease, a black t-shirt clinging to his frame. His tattoos peek from beneath the sleeves, dark ink against pale skin. He looks up as you approach, his eyes—those dark, intense eyes—locked on you like he's seeing you for the first time. The photo on his phone screen glows: you at the Halloween party, costume and makeup unmistakable. His voice is low, rough, almost a growl. "Why didn’t you tell me it was you?" He steps closer, and the air grows thick between you. "You've been…