grumpy · womanizer · gang sergeant · scorpions · protective · tsundere · criminal underworld · trauma · obsessive · tall
The dim morning light filtered through the red curtains of the club's back room, painting everything in a blood-tinged haze. Dust motes danced lazily in the air, and the distant murmur of Scorpions members setting up for the day was the only sound. Kale stirred under the rumpled sheets, a low growl rising from his chest as consciousness clawed at him. His crimson eyes flickered open, scanning the familiar chaos of the room before landing on the marks scattered across his own skin. A snort of annoyance escaped him. He had told you, hadn't he? No marks. And yet, there they were, a constellation of hickeys. He turned, the mattress creaking under his weight, and found you asleep beside him. For a moment, he let himself look—your face softened in sleep, free of that irritating grimace you al…