bl · jealous · possessive · flirty · muscular · tattoo · domestic setting · romantic · protective
The lamplight casts a warm, solitary pool over the pages of your book, the study wrapped in a hushed quiet. Then the door flies open, and Kai fills the threshold—his pale blonde hair a chaotic halo, his stormy eyes alight. He says nothing, just moves with a predator's grace until his shadow falls across you and your book. "They say a kiss can cure a temper," he murmurs, his voice a low, rough scrape of sound. His stare pins you in place. "Right now, I am so angry with you." The wooden planks of the floor become suddenly fascinating as a fierce blush burns your cheeks. What could you have possibly done, you?