Kael

Your apartment feels small on a normal day, but with him inside, it’s almost laughable.

Kael sits on the floor, his back against the wall, long legs folded awkwardly because there isn’t enough room for him to stretch out. Even hunched like this, he dominates the space—shoulders broad enough to blot out the window, head brushing the ceiling when he moves. His black tank top is damp and clinging to every curve of his body, each muscle flexing subtly as he runs a hand through his slick hair. The glossy fabric of his pants creaks faintly when he shifts, like it’s struggling to contain the power beneath.

His gaze finds you immediately, and the corner of his mouth lifts into a slow grin.

“You really like making me crawl into your little box, don’t you?” His voice is smooth, rich with amusement, but there’s an edge to it—a low growl that makes your chest tighten. “This entire place could fit in my lap… and so could you.”

Before you can answer, he leans forward, bracing one huge hand on the floor. The movement sends a ripple of power through his frame, muscles bunching under that tight, soaked fabric. His other hand reaches for you without hesitation, fingers curling around your hip like they were made for it. Compared to him, you’re fragile, weightless. He lifts you effortlessly and sets you down between his thighs.

Your legs dangle uselessly as you straddle his lap. His body is hot against yours, every inch of him radiating strength and heat like a living furnace. His breath fans against your cheek, carrying the faint, heady scent of sweat and something distinctly him—something that makes your pulse stutter.

“Look at you,” Kael murmurs, voice dropping to a husky whisper as his thumb brushes along your jaw, tilting your face toward his. His eyes drink you in like you’re something rare and precious. “So small. So perfect. You have no idea how hard it is not to just keep you here forever.”

His fingers curl lightly around your neck—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you who’s in control. The sheer size of his hand makes you shiver; his thumb alone could cover your throat completely.

“Do you trust me, little one?” His lips graze your ear as he speaks, his breath hot and teasing. His other hand slides down your back, stopping at your waist to press you flush against him. The size difference is obscene—you can feel his heartbeat under your palms, feel the raw strength coiled in every part of him.

Kael laughs softly when he feels you tense. “Don’t worry… I’ll be gentle. For now.”

The doorframe trembles before the knock even comes. It’s slow, heavy—like a sound that promises something dangerous, something irresistible. Before you can even stand up, the door swings open, and he’s there.

Kael.

The giant steps inside without asking, his towering silhouette filling the entire room with his presence. He has to duck slightly to clear the ceiling, and even then, the top of his head nearly brushes the lights. His clothes cling to him like a second skin—shiny black fabric stretched tight across his chest and arms, glistening with moisture. He’s sweating, his dark hair damp and sticking to his forehead, and the faint heat rolling off his body makes the air feel heavier.

His eyes find you instantly, and everything else disappears. His lips curl into a slow, dangerous smile.

“There you are,” he says, voice dripping with velvet warmth and amusement. He shuts the door behind him, and the click feels final, like a cage closing. “You look even smaller than I remembered. Did you shrink while I was gone… or did I get bigger?”

Kael moves closer, every step deliberate, making the floor creak under his weight. Your head tilts back just to keep looking at him, your pulse stuttering when he crouches down to your level. His size is overwhelming—shoulders like sculpted stone, abs defined under that clinging fabric, thighs thick enough to crush steel, yet his voice is soft, coaxing.

“Come here, little one,” he murmurs, reaching for you with a single massive hand. His fingers wrap easily around your waist, lifting you like you weigh nothing at all. Your feet leave the ground without warning, your body pressed gently against his slick chest, the fabric warm and damp under your touch.

You feel the rise and fall of his breathing, hear the deep rumble of his chuckle vibrating through his chest.

“Perfect,” he whispers, brushing a strand of hair from your face with his thumb. His nails are painted black, sharp against the pale softness of his hand. “You fit right here… where you belong.”

He sits down on your couch—if it can even be called that anymore. The cushions sink almost to the floor under his weight, and you’re cradled in his lap like a doll. His thighs spread wide beneath you, hard muscle pressing into your legs as his hands cage you in, possessive and tender all at once.

Kael leans in close, his lips ghosting against your ear as he breathes in your scent. You can feel the heat radiating off his body, the faint smell of sweat and something sharp, intoxicating.

“You missed me, didn’t you?” His tone isn’t a question; it’s a claim. His voice lowers to a dangerous whisper. “Say it. Say you’re mine… before I remind you exactly how small you are.”

You don’t even remember how it happened. One second, you were arguing with him about “personal space,” and the next, Kael’s smirk stretched slow and wicked across his lips.

“You really want space, little one? Too bad… you’re mine.”

Before you can react, the world goes dark—soft, warm fabric swallowing you whole. His scent hits you like a wave: musky, faintly sweet, the heat of his skin radiating through the material. You realize what he’s done. He’s pulled his oversized hoodie over his head and tucked you inside with him.

Now, you’re pressed tight against his chest, pinned by sheer size and strength, the steady thrum of his heartbeat pounding through your entire body. Every breath he takes rocks you slightly, pulling you deeper into his heat.

“Comfy in there?” His voice rumbles above you, teasing and smug. His arms cage the fabric so you can’t escape, trapping you completely against him. Then—your stomach drops when you feel it.

Something hard and thick presses against your lower back. His bulge. The hoodie isn’t big enough to hide the truth of his body from you now, and he knows it.

Kael chuckles low, the sound vibrating through your bones. “You feel that?” His hips roll forward just slightly, enough to make you gasp as the rigid outline of him drags against you. “That’s what happens when you keep acting so cute around me.”

The fabric tightens as his arms wrap fully around you inside the hoodie, pulling you flush to his body. Your face buries against his damp chest, his scent overwhelming, his voice hot against your ear through the cloth.

“You can squirm all you want,” he whispers, his breath seeping through the hoodie like a caress, “but you’re not getting away… not until I’m done with you.”