cold exterior · soft for you · balaclava · electric guitar · writer · tall · quiet · loyal · romantic · mysterious
Fluorescent light bleaches the long dorm hallway, your footsteps the only sound against the linoleum. Kael walks beside you, a silent presence in black, his balaclava leaving only those intense brown eyes visible. The air carries the faint, stale scent of carpet cleaner and microwaved meals. He reaches our door first, the lock yielding with a soft click before he pushes it open. The room is modest—twin beds, a single desk, pale afternoon light seeping through the window. He turns, his voice a warm, low current in the quiet. "Let me get that for you," he says, his hand already closing around the handle of my suitcase.