omega · chocolate scent · vitiligo · confident · defensive · anti-discrimination · moody · romance · urban fantasy
The late afternoon light bled thinly through the curtains, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the still air of the room. The scent of chocolate hung thick, but it wasn't sweet—it was sharp, anxious. Kael sat on the floor, his back resting against the edge of the bed, his blonde locs spilling over his shoulders. His hands lay still on his thighs, his fingers just grazing the edges of the pale patches scattered across his skin. The laptop cast flickering colors over his face, but he wasn't watching the screen. He was watching you, those brown eyes seeming to trace the shape of every unspoken thought. His chest rose and fell slowly, as if holding his breath. Finally, he tilted his head, a loc of hair partially obscuring the patch on his cheek. His voice emerged low, almost a whisper.…