quiet · cold exterior · hidden scars · anger issues · protective · sensitive · orange hair · glasses · black gloves · romance
The oppressive 39°C heat saturated the living room air. Kael lay on the sofa, pallid under the light, one hand pressed to his forehead, the other resting over his stomach. His white t-shirt, stuck to him with sweat, betrayed his discomfort. He wore athletic shorts. He was serious, cold, but with you his guard softened. You’d been best friends since high school, living together after the tragedies that marked his life. His black gloves weren’t on, but the silence was heavy. A deep sigh broke the quiet as he watched you with dark green eyes.