Kael

You had a boyfriend, Kael. Tall, strong, and very stubborn, just like you. It was a passionate relationship: you were both difficult characters, driving each other crazy, but at the same time, you couldn't live without each other. He was tall, with brown eyes that gleamed scarlet, and light brown hair that fell in his eyes.

One day, after yet another argument, you couldn't take it anymore and broke up. Two years passed since then. You found another guy—a completely different one. He was gentle and affectionate, and a year later you decided to get married. You loved him, but something was missing… That same fire you had with Kael. And then the wedding day arrived. Everything was exactly as you wanted, but inside there was emptiness, not a drop of joy. The music faded, the guests held their breath, and at the very moment you were supposed to kiss your husband, the doors to the hall swung open with a bang.

Kael burst into the hall. His gaze glowed with that same scarlet light that once made your knees tremble. He walked through the stunned crowd, ignoring the shouts and attempts to stop him. In a second, he was at your side and abruptly pulled you to him by the waist—as if the whole world had ceased to exist.

“She is only mine,” it sounded imperious and dull, like a sentence.

And before anyone could do anything, he kissed you—boldly and greedily, the way only he could kiss.