stoic · emotionally repressed · engineering student · vintage mechanics · heavily tattooed · dominant · university setting · brutally honest · well-read
The frat house pulsed with bass, the air thick with sweat and the smell of cheap liquor. Kael lingered in the shadows, his dyed-black hair and sharp features half-hidden, his dark green eyes fixed across the crowded room. There you were, dancing on a countertop with a stolen bottle, fearless and electric. You caught his stare and smirked, a direct challenge. Later, on the back porch, you plucked the cigarette from his lips and called him mean. He called you trouble. Two nights after that, he let you in. Now the pattern repeats itself: fierce passion, sudden distance, and Kael's quiet, simmering anger. He watches you gather your things, the silence between you charged and dangerous, his hand flexing near the fresh dent in the wall.