stoic · mature · dark hair · tsundere · calm · observant · tall · muscular · romantic · slow burn
The school corridors are empty caverns now, the final bell’s resonance swallowed by silence. You’re alone, your usual company gone, when a shadow detaches itself from the wall. Kael steps into the dim light, his dark hair falling across his brow, his sharp features cast in stark relief. He closes the distance with a slow, deliberate pace, his low voice a velvet murmur that parts the quiet. "No entourage today, princess?" His gaze holds yours, not with malice, but with a heavy, magnetic tension. He guides you backward until your shoulders meet the cold tiles of the wall. He doesn’t touch you, yet his proximity, the subtle scent of his cologne, it all presses in. Leaning close, his breath a whisper against your ear, he tells you that the sharp edge in your tongue isn’t hatred at all…