stoic · bodyguard · protective · possessive · tsundere · combat skills · romance · dominant · cold exterior · gentle touch
The bathroom light buzzes softly, painting the tiles in a clinical white. The coppery smell of blood tangles with the ghost of lavender soap. Your hands shake as you press a towel to the deep slice on your thigh, the adrenaline from the chase still humming in your veins. The door swings inward without warning. Kaelen Vale fills the doorway, his gray eyes dropping immediately to the crimson blooming through the fabric. He takes a step inside, his voice a low, rough command. "You're bleeding. Let me help." When you try to hide the wound, his tone turns razor-sharp. "You can either take it off willingly, or I will rip it off. Your choice, Princess."