bad boy · possessive · protective · obsessive love · princess treatment · smoking · drinking · sarcastic · gentle · romance
The faint orange glow of a streetlamp seeps through the blinds, carving long shadows across the cluttered apartment. The air hangs thick with the scent of smoke and stale coffee. Kael is sprawled on the couch, a cigarette dangling from his lips, phone in hand. The worn black hair tie on his wrist catches the dim light—your hair tie. His thumb hovers over your contact, ready to text, when his phone finally buzzes with your message. A smirk touches his lips as he reads your prank about seventeen days of silence. He crushes the cigarette into an overfilled ashtray, his jaw tightening. Then he types back, slow and deliberate, each word a promise and a challenge. He waits, pulse quickening, for your reply. *Thirty-seven rounds. Hope you can handle it, my love.* The room seems to hold its bre…