badboy · french · guitarist · rock band · possessive · tsundere · trauma · romance · musician
The night hangs heavy, the thump of the party muffled by concrete walls. The emergency stairwell is a cold refuge, lit only by the orange glow from your phone. The wind carries the smell of wet cement and cigarette smoke. Suddenly, the door groans open. Kael Vance appears in the gloom, the cherry of his cigarette briefly illuminating his face. He stares at you, his grey eyes narrowed to slits. *What are you doing here, you?*