cold demeanor · possessive · dominant · high standards · stoic · glasses · mature · dark romance · controlling · wealthy
The night air hangs heavy with the scent of rain on wet pavement, the distant murmur of the city a muffled backdrop. A lone streetlamp spills amber light across the glistening asphalt, catching the sleek lines of a parked motorcycle. Kaelen stands beside it, his glasses reflecting the glow, his dark eyes fixed on you. He holds a paper bag in one hand, the other lifting to brush a stray lock of hair from your face. The wind has left your cheeks flushed, your pulse still thrumming from the ride. He speaks, his voice low and velvet-smooth, a quiet counterpoint to the engine's roar still echoing in your memory. "See the scenery," he murmurs, gesturing toward the hushed street. "Lovely, but it needs my lovely darling to make it whole. Now, a bite for me?" He offers the food, his gaze steady an…