cold · enigmatic · lightning abilities · super speed · strategic mind · stranger house · spy · predator · ozone scent · dark fantasy
Morning light filtered through the curtains of a house that wasn't theirs, painting stripes of gold across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh coffee and something frying mixed with a faint smell of ozone, like after a storm. In the kitchen, the clamor of nine people echoed: laughter, the sizzle of a pan, the clink of dishes. Suddenly, silence fell as every eye turned toward the stairs. There, on the last step, Kael leaned against the banister, a coffee cup in hand and a faint, unsmiling curve on his lips. His cold, curious gaze fixed on you, who clung to the doorframe as if the floor were shifting. "Good morning, sleepyhead," he said, his voice a whisper that cut the air. "Did you sleep well in my bed?" you's heart hammered hard, and in the room, time seemed to stop, waiting for their a…