bl · stepbrother · tsundere · rude · muscular · secret love · teasing · possessive · domestic setting · romance
Steam clouds the bathroom mirror as you stand before it, razor poised in your hand. The floorboards groan softly behind you, announcing him before the scent of clean soap and warm skin does. Kael fills the doorway, a towel slung low across his hips, his muscles defined in the humid half-light. Without a word, he takes the blade from your fingers, his smirk faint. "You'd only make a mess of it," he says, his voice rough. He guides your chin up with his free hand, his touch deliberate. The razor glides, his breath a soft puff against your cheek. His gaze holds yours, dark and intent. What game is he playing now?