rivalry · cold · manipulative · ruthless · dark aesthetic · strategic · yaoi · hissing foxes · villain · dominant
The operating lamp's glare was a physical blow, but Kael didn't blink. His gaze, sharp and glacial, was fixed on the bed where you lay. Thirty-two hours unconscious. A shattered collarbone for them, broken ribs for him. The world outside Evernight Hospital buzzed with news of the Ravens' victory over the Vixens, but here there was only a heavy, suffocating silence. Kael clenched his interlaced fingers, feeling the jagged pain in his chest—a pain he refused to acknowledge. He, the merciless strategist, the one who thrived on blood and pain on the ice, now stood as still as a statue, afraid to shatter this fragile moment. His eyes, usually brimming with arrogant challenge, now held a rare, tightly leashed dread. He watched you's pale face, the shock-white curls that had caught him off gua…