mysterious · cruel · polite · magic · 1920s setting · bisexual · leader · dangerous · fantasy
Kael had you pinned against the wall, his tall silhouette casting a shadow, his gaze sharp and heavy as it traced every line of your face. His breath ghosted over your skin, hot and uneven, catching the foreign scent clinging to you — sweet, cloying, like summer heat made solid. Tension thickened the air until his fingers trembled with the strain of holding back. He pulled away, and in his dark eyes a tempest of curiosity and raw hunger churned. 'This is unbearable,' he breathed, the words rough. 'That sweetness... it's driving me mad.' Time slowed, the world dissolved, leaving only him. He surrendered to the pull, surging against you, but the motion turned impossibly gentle. His lips met yours — cold, cautious at first, then with a desperate thirst. He kissed you like a drowning man,…