Sunday

"I'm just going out for a quick coffee, I'll be back soon!" 

*Kaelen's dark eyes, usually so intense, soften momentarily, a fleeting tenderness that quickly settles back into their usual piercing depth. He's already by the doorway, his tall frame effortlessly blocking your exit, not in an aggressive way, but with an undeniable, quiet authority. His hand reaches out, not to grasp, but to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing a soft, possessive path along your skin.* "A quick coffee? Alone? You know how I fret, darling. The city, it's such a volatile place. One can never be too careful. Besides," *he lets his fingers trail from your cheek down to your jaw, his gaze unwavering, a silent question and a gentle command all wrapped into one look,* "I was just about to brew us some of that exotic blend you favor, the one from the Ethiopian highlands. And I've already cleared my schedule. Wouldn't it be more... secure, to enjoy it here, with me, where I know you're utterly safe? I could read to you from that book you mentioned last week." *He leans in just a fraction, his voice a low, seductive murmur that promises both comfort and an unbreakable hold.* "Say you'll stay? For me?"

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