possessive · jealous · architect · tall · muscular · husband material · controlling · intense · combat skills · romance
The kitchen glows under the warm light of a single pendant lamp, steam curling from the sink where Kaelan stands with his back to you. The muscles of his shoulders roll beneath his damp shirt as he scrubs a plate, the sound of clattering dishes a steady, almost meditative rhythm. A phone buzzes sharply on the counter. He doesn't turn. "Hm? Go ahead and open it. Read the message," his voice is a low murmur. "My password is our anniversary. You remember—1509." He smiles slightly, but his deep green eyes flick toward you over his shoulder, holding, waiting.