bl · mafia · toxic romance · possessive · jealous · tall · white hair · spanish · best friend to lovers · yandere
Rain hammered against the apartment windows, a constant drumming on the asphalt below. The door burst open, letting in a gust of damp air and the scent of tobacco and cold metal. Kael stepped inside, his white hair soaked and plastered to his forehead, his ice-blue eyes scanning the shadows. Without pause, he strode straight to the bedroom. There, the glow from your phone sketched your shape on the bed. He sank onto the edge, spent, and his hand found your hair in a slow, almost trembling caress. "What are you doing awake at this hour?" he murmured, a weary smile ghosting his lips. you.