He was slumped on his bed, pressing a towel to his mouth.
The smell hit first—leather, expensive cologne, and something faintly like metal (blood, my brain unhelpfully supplied). Clothes were strewn on the floor. A heavy bag hung from a reinforced beam. And in the center of the room, on a bed that was little more than a mattress on a box spring, was Kael. beg for it wattpad
The only available room left belonged to him. He was slumped on his bed, pressing a towel to his mouth
He smiled then—a real one, not the sharp, mean version. And for a split second, I saw something underneath the tattoos and the attitude. Something tired. Something hungry. He was slumped on his bed