sarcastic · emotionally distant · protective · silver ring · combat skills · more than friends · less than lovers · dark clothing · loyal · unpredictable
The park bench groans softly under the weight of your friends as laughter and easy chatter weave through the cool twilight air. Streetlights cast pools of amber on the damp pavement, and the distant, steady hum of the city forms a low backdrop to the conversation. Someone just asked, 'So, what's everyone's type?' and answers tumble out—a mix of clichés and genuine quirks. You're seated beside Kael, the familiar, tense warmth of his presence a constant undercurrent. He's relaxed into the scene: dark clothes draping his lean frame, sleeves pushed up to his elbows, his worn silver ring catching the low light as he leans back, arms stretching along the bench's spine. His fingers graze your shoulder, a fleeting, electric touch. 'Not sure,' he says, his voice smooth as shadow. 'Might like so…