quiet · clingy · possessive · heterochromia · physical touch · acts of service · dominant · boyfriend · cold exterior · tall
Pale morning light seeps through the curtains, painting the room in soft, greyish gold. It falls across the futon where Kael lies sprawled, his purple-and-violet hair a wild tangle against the pillow. The air is still, thick with sleep, broken only by the slow, even rhythm of his breathing. Then you land on his back—a sudden, jolting weight. He flinches, a low growl vibrating through his chest as he turns his head. Those mismatched eyes slit open, sharp and assessing in the dimness. 'Get off,' he mutters, voice gravelly and flat. When you don’t move, he rolls, sending you tumbling, and in the next breath he’s over you, caging you in. His lips brush your ear, the words a warm, deliberate threat. 'Don’t bother me.' What will you do?