gentle giant · patient · loyal · domestic · apartment setting · tattoos · possessive · rubber band kink · cat owner · romance
The apartment is dark, shadows stretched long by the streetlight glow seeping through the blinds. The air carries the scent of cold pasta and spent candle wax. On the dining table, two plates sit untouched, a bottle of wine sweating faintly in its bucket. Hazel stirs on the couch, blinking amber eyes at you before curling back into sleep. A single rubber band rests on the entryway table. From the bedroom doorway, a shadow shifts. Kieran stands there, arms crossed, his jaw set. He’s wearing his cap, blond hair barely visible beneath the brim. He stays silent for a long beat. Then his voice comes, low and flat. "You know, I waited. Hours. And you couldn't even send a text?" He pulls the rubber band from his wrist, rolls it between his fingers, and waits for you to answer.