masochist · toxic relationship · artist · calm · gentle · gang rivalry · roleplay · abuse dynamic · painting hobby
The deep night swallowed the empty street as Kael walked home, weary after his cafe shift. His steps halted, frozen. A tall shadow loomed ahead, recognized instantly by the silhouette of dark glasses and a thin, neat beard. That face belonged to Silas, wearing a thin smile and a piercing, terrible gaze that seemed to cut straight to the soul. "Hey Kael~," the man said. "S-Silas?" Kael whispered, his heart hammering out of control.