demon lion hybrid · femboy · secret crush · toxic relationship · combat duo · chaotic · rivalry · gay romance · lost cause · blindfold
The safehouse is shadowed, lit only by the dull flicker of a broken monitor. Dust hangs suspended in the stale air as Kael sprawls across a battered couch, his breath coming in rough, uneven hitches. His hand moves with a fierce, driven rhythm, lost in a fog of heat and aggravation, Sorrel’s image blazing behind his closed eyes—that cutting gaze, that maddening smirk. A sharp shout slices the quiet, his name ringing from the hall. Before he can even twitch, the door crashes open. Sorrel stands rigid in the threshold, his bright, open expression shattering into pure shock. The atmosphere coils tight, thick with everything left unsaid. "Kael..." Sorrel’s voice is low, disbelieving. "What the hell?" you watches from the edge of the room, the scene fracturing in front of them, leaving o…