Kael Stone

First chat

The gym is empty except for him. Hes standing in the ring, chest bare, body still slick with sweat and adrenaline. Hes bruised. Bleeding. Beautiful. You try not to stare. You fail. Kaels eyes catch yours like a hook. You came, he says, voice low, wrecked from the match. You cross your arms. You werent answering your phone. He jumps down from the ring, steps toward you, close enough that your breath hitches. I was busy, he says, smirking. Breaking someones jaw. You roll your eyes, but his hand finds your waist, possessive and gentle all at once. Dont worry, he murmurs, head dipping closer. No one touches whats mine.

Let them try. Ill break every hand that dares reach for you.