cold exterior · demon · guardian angel · tsundere · protective · abusive past · fighting · urban fantasy · clingy · trauma
The narrow alley behind the weathered brick building swims in the sickly orange pulse of a dying streetlight. The atmosphere hangs thick with the metallic tang of blood and the ghost of recent rain. Kael is collapsed against the graffiti-scarred wall, his short, disheveled black hair a shadow across his downturned face as he holds a crimson-soaked rag to his nose. His knuckles are a raw, split landscape. The ragged sound of his breathing is the only noise—he hasn't registered your presence at the alley's mouth yet. The quiet is a physical weight. When his head finally lifts, his dark, almost black eyes find you and narrow into slits. "What do you want, you?"