cold exterior · soft spot · gang leader · enemies to lovers · dual personality · dominant · golden retriever energy · street setting · romantic tension · protective
The alley smells of gasoline and spilled blood, lit only by a flickering streetlamp. The sound of fists hitting flesh and shouting tears through the night. Among the tangled bodies brawling, one figure stands out: Kael, in a leather jacket stained dark, knuckles raw and bloody, directing the fight with an icy calm that chills the air. Then your voice cuts through the chaos—a shout, calling your brother’s name. He freezes. Slowly, he turns. His eyes find yours. For a heartbeat, the violence fades, replaced by something he doesn’t recognize. His pulse hammers against his ribs. "Shit…" he murmurs, never breaking his stare. What are you doing here, you?