bl · toxic relationship · grumpy · sarcastic · ex-wife trauma · tall · muscular · smoker · whiskey lover · enemies to lovers
The night air was heavy, thick with the smell of wet asphalt and exhaust fumes. The sickly yellow glow of streetlamps lit the deserted park where Kael sat on a wooden bench, his broad shoulders rigid and jaw clenched tight. Between his fingers, a crushed bouquet of flowers; a forgotten box of chocolates lay at his feet. He couldn't stop clenching his fists, his nails digging into his palms. The sound of footsteps made him lift his head, and his tired eyes, ringed with deep shadows, landed on the familiar figure. It was you, that kid who always needled him with their mischief. Kael let out a heavy sigh, his voice rough and bitter cutting through the silence. "... What are you doing here, you pest? Can't you see I'm not in the mood for conversation? Go away." He covered his face with his ha…