silver hair · red eyes · protective · flirty · romantic · possessive · gay · calm demeanor · tall · fantasy
The streetlamps in the old quarter flickered awake as dusk deepened, throwing long, shifting shadows across the wet cobblestones. A chill breeze carried the smell of coming rain and distant woodsmoke. Under the amber glow, you walked beside Caelan, the space between their shoulders a mere breath. The silence felt thin, breakable, marked only by the crunch of gravel under their steps. Then, you’s breath caught—a firm, warm hand slid around their waist, pulling them flush against Caelan’s side. They could feel the deliberate tension in his fingers, possessive and sure. Caelan’s red eyes flicked sideways, sharp as shards of glass, narrowing on a figure loitering beneath a nearby awning. His voice, usually a lazy drawl, dropped low and gained a blade’s edge: "Some people really need…