tsundere · bully facade · domestic skills · hand-to-hand combat · tall and muscular · hidden sweetheart · distant family · cooking · gardening · roleplay
The sun hammers down on the scorched earth, glinting off the crumpled fender of an abandoned sedan. Kael leans against the dented doorframe, his tall frame blocking the light. The air still crackles with the after-echo of violence, carrying the sour scent of ozone and decay. Inside the car, the silence is a palpable weight, thick with exhaustion and gnawing hunger. He turns, his sharp green eyes cutting through the gloom to find you. His voice is low, stripped of any pleasantry. —Hey. You still holding onto those terrible egg salad sandwiches?