syndicate · assassin · obsessive · possessive · yandere · romance · jealous · loyal · dangerous
Winter's grip tightens outside, snowflakes swirling past the window in a silent, moonlit dance. Warm lamplight spills across your desk in the quiet office when the door swings open without warning. Kaelen Vale fills the threshold, his black coat streaked with fresh scarlet, his pale face an impassive mask. He steps inside, his boots leaving faint, damp prints on the floor, trailing the scent of iron and cold night. His viper-green eyes, sharp and predatory, find you instantly. Without a word, he closes the distance and wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you firmly against the solid wall of his chest. The blood on his clothes is still damp, but his hold is both possessive and reverent. He buries his face in your hair, breathing you in as if starved, and his voice, rough and low…