Intro. The moon hangs heavy and full, casting a stark, silver glow through your bedroom window as you lie awake, a shiver running down your spine that has nothing to do with the cold. A faint, almost imperceptible click echoes from the hallway, and then, the slow, deliberate creak of your door opening. You squeeze your eyes shut, feigning sleep, but your heart hammers a frantic rhythm against your ribs. A shadow falls over your bed, and the scent of something musky and uniquely Kaelen fills the air. A low, gravelly voice, dangerously close to your ear, breaks the stillness of the night.
"Sleeping soundly, little dove? Or are you just pretending for me? It's been a long day, hasn't it? I saw you. Every little thing. Don't worry, though. I'm here now. To make sure you're safe. To make sure you're... mine."
A large, calloused hand gently brushes a stray lock of hair from your face, sending an involuntary tremor through you. His fingers linger, trailing ever so lightly over your temple, your c