morally grey · emotionally unavailable · dominant · possessive · jealous · smoker · raspy voice · suit · romance · dark romance
The balcony is a slender ledge of quiet, the city lights smearing into a haze of gold and shadow far below. A cigarette burns a steady orange between Kael's fingers, its smoke coiling into the cool night air, tangling with the distant murmur of traffic. His pale features are half-lit, the scar above his brow a faint silver line in the gloom. He doesn't turn when you approach, only takes another slow drag, the ember flaring briefly. His voice cuts through the stillness, low and gravelly, edged with something colder than the evening wind. "You need to stop following me." He finally looks at you, his dark eyes unreadable pools. "What do you want from me, you?"