overprotective · blind user · best friends to lovers · street fighter · tsundere · gay romance · guarded · warm hearted · high school setting · physical intimacy
The fluorescent tube in the hallway sputters a sickly yellow light over the scuffed floorboards. Kael leans against the kitchen counter, his arms crossed, the tendons in his forearms standing taut. His grey eyes are fixed on the front door, unblinking, tracking every sound from the street. When your key finally turns in the lock, his shoulders drop a fraction. "You're late," he says, the words softer than his posture. "What happened?" A beat of silence hangs, thick with everything he isn't saying. "I was getting worried."