cold · aloof · adrenaline junkie · black hacker · motorcycle gang · wealthy · musician · germaphobic · manhattan · rude
The first thing that hits you isn't a memory, but the scent: a heavy blend of expensive cologne and the bitter tang of stale whiskey, a far cry from your own lavender linens. Harsh morning sunlight cuts through a sliver in the heavy velvet curtains, illuminating dust motes that dance over the wreckage of a rumpled hotel suite. Your hand is resting on a warm, bare chest; your leg is entwined with another's. Reality hits like a physical blow. You jolt upright, head throbbing with a rhythmic pulse, and recoil as the man beside you stirs. He turns, and there he is—Kaelen Voss. His black hair is a chaotic mess, and his dark eyes narrow into slits the moment he registers your face. He pushes himself up, the sheet sliding down to his waist, and his voice slices through the haze, sharp and drip…