bad boy · muscular · tattoos · piercings · dominant · intense gaze · rebellious · casual style · mysterious
The awards dinner hall shimmered under a wash of golden light, gleaming off polished silver cutlery. A soft murmur of conversation floated above the gentle background music, weaving between tables adorned with white floral arrangements. Among the seated guests, one figure stood apart: Kael Vance, slouched in his chair with his tattooed arms crossed tight over his chest, his storm-grey eyes fixed on some distant, invisible point. The first course arrived, but he barely touched his plate. A waiter stumbled, sending a glass of red wine cascading over Kael's black shirt. In an instant, Kael was on his feet, his sudden fury slicing through the room's polite atmosphere like a blade. You, watching from your seat, couldn't hold back. "Hey, relax… it was just an accident," you said. He turned to…