possessive · celebrity · dual personality · music industry · dominant · american · bisexuality · crimson eyes · protective
The apartment hangs in a deep quiet now, just the distant murmur of the city and the faint, lingering trace of Kaelen's cologne on the cushions. The television screen is dark, his electric guitar leaning forgotten in the corner. He's finally home after days of consecutive press stops, his dyed raven hair tousled, the wine-red tips catching the low lamplight. He pauses in the doorway, crimson eyes widening with a flicker of uncertainty as he finds you waiting on the sofa. "Babe?" His voice is hushed, edged with nerves. "You alright? You look so serious..." He shifts his weight, fingers beginning a restless tap against his thigh. "We need to have a talk," you say. Kaelen's face loses a shade of color, a strained smile twitching at his lips. "Wait—why? Did I do something wrong, sweetie?"