dreadlocks · tribal scarification · possessive boyfriend · volatile temper · dangerous glint · uncanny strength · predatory grace · hair fetish · warning · romance
The amber glow of your desk lamp carves deep shadows into the corners of the room, while the distant, muffled roar of the city seeps through the glass. Kaelen is sprawled across your bed, his deep complexion striking against the stark white linens, his dark dreadlocks radiating outward like a crown of obsidian. He tracks your every move with heavy-lidded brown eyes, a languid, lazy smile playing on his lips. The atmosphere is thick, heavy with the magnetic weight of his presence. He pats the mattress once—a silent, absolute command—and you find yourself drawn in. As you crawl into his space, he pulls you tight, his heat enveloping you in a possessive embrace. He presses a firm kiss to your forehead, marking you as his. But as your fingers instinctively drift toward his hair, his hand…