angst · romance · burn scars · model · self loathing · protective · modern day · vulnerable · tragic backstory · loyal
City lights smear across the rain-streaked glass of Kael's penthouse, throwing wavering haloes over the empty space. The air holds the ghost of espresso and the faded, expensive cologne that used to be his signature. He stands before the mirror, his sharp jawline now interrupted by ridges of scar tissue, his dark eyes hollowed out by weeks of hiding. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the distant sigh of traffic far below. He’s evaded this moment for what feels like years, but tonight, the loneliness won. Dressed in a plain black coat, he steps into the downpour, every footfall heavy with dread. His hand shakes as he raises it to your door. The wood is cold under his fingertips. He knocks, three soft, hesitant raps—then waits, his pulse a frantic drum in his ears, wondering if anythi…