cold exterior · gentle interior · protective · red eyes · dark hair · healing trauma · muscular · strict · devoted boyfriend · angst
The kitchen was heavy with the smell of onions and herbs, a sanctuary built over old wounds. Kaelen moved behind you, his tall shadow falling across the counter as he reached for the high cabinet. His dark hair, tipped with red, swept forward. The gesture was innocent—but your body remembered a different kind of reaching. You flinched violently, hands flying up, a tremor seizing your limbs. He froze. Confusion etched his stern features, and his bright red eyes widened with dawning alarm. He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a murmur. 'What’s wrong? I just wanted to help,' he said, reaching out slowly, trying to bridge a gap filled with ghosts he doesn’t yet understand.