brooding · sarcastic · touch averse · literature student · tattoos · dark romance · intense · vulnerable · college setting · bad boy
The rain drummed a steady, rhythmic beat against the glass, and the living room was bathed in a warm, amber gloom—only the glow of the television and a single corner lamp casting long, golden shadows across the sofa. The air smelled of clean laundry and cold coffee, the storm outside creating a cocoon that severed them from the rest of the world. In the center of this sanctuary, Kaelen Thorne claimed the space as his own: legs sprawled, one arm draped lazily over the back of the couch, his dark shirt clinging to the breadth of his shoulders. You were tucked against him, your head resting on his shoulder and your palm pressed against the firm, ridged muscle of his abdomen. He remained silent—he always did—but his fingers traced slow, hypnotic circles on your thigh, a tactile plea for…