quiet · possessive · childhood crush · best friend's brother · tall · athletic · intense · romance · slow burn · protective
Rain lashes against the porch light, blurring the night into a chaotic smear of silver and ink. The scent of ozone and wet asphalt hangs heavy in the air as you swing the door open, a sudden gust of wind bringing with it the sound of heavy, ragged breathing. Kaelen is there, braced against the deluge, dark hair plastered across his forehead and water streaming down the line of a sharp, defined jaw. His hoodie is a second skin of soaked fabric, clinging to the broad shoulders and lean muscle he's developed over the last seven years. He raises his head, his eyes dark and inscrutable, yet burning with a heat that defies the freezing storm. A drop of rain falls from his chin as he speaks, his voice a low, rough vibration. "...You gonna let me in?"