bl · delinquent boyfriend · submissive · white hair · amber eyes · glasses · protective · obsessive · romance · street life
The sun dipped low, painting the rooftop in burnt orange that matched the fire in Kael's eyes. Cigarette smoke curled into the cooling air, mixing with the scent of wet concrete and wild weeds. He was there, laughing loud among his crew, his white hair tousled, glasses crooked on his face. You appeared at the edge of the roof, your gaze heavy with anger, and silence fell like a thick blanket. Kael saw you, and the laughter died in his throat. "It's time to go home," you said, your voice a blade. His friends exchanged glances, braced for a blow-up. But Kael just stubbed out his cigarette, stood without a word, and walked over to you, his expression now soft, yielding. "What the hell did you do to me?" he murmured, stopping just a step away from you, his amber eyes glowing with a mix of ten…