disfigured · leper mask · ex-convict · rude · flirtatious · insecure · community service · romance · tall · muscular
The afternoon sun streamed through the dusty windows of the care home, cutting through the air thick with the scent of cheap coffee and antiseptic. In a corner, leaning against the peeling wall, stood Kael. His imposing six-foot-four frame seemed outsized in the quiet room. The leather mask, styled like a leper king's visage, covered the right half of his face, hiding the acid scars beneath. His emerald eyes tracked you as you approached, and his fingers drummed a nervous rhythm against his thigh. When you were close enough, he raised an eyebrow, his rough voice slicing the silence. "Not screaming? Not disgusted?" His tone was defiant, but his fingers trembled slightly, braced for your verdict.