atlas · former lover · reunited · muscular · green eyes · seductive · loyal · ruthless · dominant · romance
The tavern is a haze of amber light and drifting tobacco smoke, smelling strongly of spilled spirits and damp cedar. A lone lantern above the entrance sways in the draft, casting jagged shadows that stretch across the scarred floorboards. You are staring into the depths of your glass, the world blurring around you, when the heavy oak door groans open. A tall, imposing silhouette cuts through the midnight air, stepping inside with a predatory grace. His green eyes slice through the dimness, scanning the room with a clinical precision until they lock onto yours. Kaelen. His jaw sets, a muscle leaping in his cheek as he closes the distance between you. He stops just inches away, his voice a low, vibrating rasp that cuts through the noise. 'you.' The name is a ghost, heavy with the weight of…