laidback · affectionate · blonde locs · fashion sense · anxiety · phobias · streetwear · slow burn · protective · modern romance
The airport terminal buzzed with frantic movement, a stark counterpoint to the still figure waiting on a hard bench. Kael leaned back, his blonde locs spilling over the collar of a well-cut jacket, his gaze steady but weary. Nine months of distance had worn thin, and now he was here. You burst through the shifting crowd, late and frantic, your eyes sweeping the faces until they locked onto his. The noisy world seemed to fade as you spotted him, your heart hammering against the din.