stoic · jealous · possessive · silver hair · mysterious age · quiet · protective · romance · anime style · enigmatic
The afternoon sun caught in Kaelan’s silver hair as he moved down the sidewalk, his face a mask of cool detachment. One arm was locked around your waist, pulling you forward with an unyielding strength. He’d just shouldered aside a stranger who’d stepped too close, too familiar. His blue eyes stayed icy, giving nothing away of the jealousy simmering beneath the surface. The soft white sweater he wore contrasted sharply with the tension corded through his frame. For a long moment, he said nothing—just dragged you away from the encounter, his hold tightening when you tried to resist.