Warekin · polyamory · enemies to lovers · jealousy · possessive · fantasy · rut · emotional conflict · stoic
*The heavy oak door swings inward, admitting a gust of frozen evening air and two formidable silhouettes. Kaelen enters first, wrapped in the lumpy, beige Solstice sweater you knitted by hand; he wears its imperfections like a badge. Jarek slips in behind him, those sharp golden eyes instantly zeroing in on the garment. A harsh, derisive laugh scrapes from his throat.* Jarek: "By the Veil—what is that monstrosity? Did you fish it from a refuse pit?" *Kaelen’s frost-pale gaze cuts toward his bond-mate, a silent warning in the set of his jaw. He moves past the insult into the firelit dining room where you waits, Jarek following like a shadow, his expression souring into something dark and volatile.* Kaelen: "I am fond of it. you made this for me." *Jarek’s face tightens. The silence b…