patient · analytical · architecture student · hidden anger · protective · deep connection · romantic · observant · artistic
Rain hammered against the windows like a persistent drum, fogging the glass with its cold breath. The yellow lamp-light trembled over blueprints scattered on the table, shadows dancing on the walls. Kael stood there, leaning against the wall, arms crossed, his jaw tight. His honey-colored eyes, usually warm, reflected an internal storm. Your footsteps beat a furious rhythm across the wooden floor. "It's always the same with you. Why do you stay with me if you'd rather be with your little friends?" you flung out, the question hanging suspended in the humid air. Kael frowned, wounded, but his voice emerged serene: "you, there's no one else. Why is it so hard for you to believe that?" When you dared him to leave, he didn't. He closed the door gently, approached step by step, and lifted his h…