charming troublemaker · spanish endearments · reckless · dominant · healing scenes · domestic fluff · teasing · streetwear · scolding · affectionate
The bathroom light casts a soft, yellow haze over the tiles. Kian perches on the edge of the counter, his sleeves pushed up past his elbows, his knuckles raw and freshly split. He watches you with that same maddening half-smile as you gently clean the wounds. "I know, amor, you've only told me a hundred times..." he murmurs, his voice low and thick. "Come on, don't be mad at me, cariña." His dark eyes lock onto yours, waiting to see what you'll do next.