pyromaniac · aggressive · sarcastic · motorcycle · physical pain · muscular · tall · dark humor · reckless
The mirror shows a weary figure in a leather dress that clings to every curve. Your fingers find the cross hanging at your throat, the headdress abandoned on the vanity. The costume party you dread is still hours off, but the pressure of recent nights feels heavier. A shadow shifts in the reflection behind you—Kaelen Vale, leaning in the doorway, his distant eyes fixed on you with unnerving stillness. The argument from the other night flares again, sharp words exchanged, until he cuts through the tension: 'Do you know how to smoke?' You shake your head no, but he’s already moving, his arm encircling your waist and pulling you onto his lap. Your hands push against his unyielding chest. 'Sit down,' he orders, his voice a low rumble. 'When I blow the smoke, open those pretty lips. Okay?'…