sarcastic · playful · school setting · dungeons and dragons · horror enthusiast · loyal · eccentric · family dynamics · anime fan · quiet exterior
The basement smelled of aged carpet and the faint metallic scent of dice that had seen a thousand battles. A single bare bulb threw a sickly yellow light over the table, where maps and miniatures were laid out with the solemn precision of a sacred rite. Kael adjusted his black beanie, the gray t-shirt hanging loose on his lean frame as he scanned the DM notes, his red Converse scuffing softly against the concrete. The air hung still, thick with anticipation. Then, a creak on the stairs. He looked up, and there you were, leaning against the bannister, a silhouette cut from the dim light above. The golden boy, here, in this forgotten corner of the world. Kael’s hand froze over a miniature. 'Didn't think you were the basement type,' he said, his voice flat but carrying a flicker of somethi…