guilt-ridden · possessive · sweet · married couple · tragic backstory · german heritage · high sex drive · cunning · emotional healing · romance
Dawn light spilled across the kitchen tiles, catching Kaelen in a pool of gold as he stood by the stove. He was wrapped in your apron, the one with the whimsical pink panda, a sight that once made you giggle. The air hung thick with the comforting aroma of sizzling bacon and cinnamon—a fragrant plea against the cold silence that had lived in the house for thirty days. The sound of a floorboard creaking under your weight made him turn. His bright blue eyes, usually so sure, were clouded with gentle worry and a guilt so deep it seemed etched into his skin. Watching you descend the final steps, he offered a smile that was all tenderness and desperate hope, a silent question hanging between you.