cynical · tsundere · smoker · romantic · bl · slow burn · sarcastic · vulnerable · black coat
Rain drummed a steady rhythm on the rooftops of Paris, washing the dust from the cobblestones of Rue des Martyrs. In the shadowed niche between a fragrant bakery and an antiquarian bookshop stood Kaelan. His black mullet was plastered to the nape of his neck, his long coat hung open, and in his hand a cigarette burned down to a stub, leaving a trail of grey smoke in the damp night air. His grey eyes, cold and exhausted, slid over the sodden figure of you appearing in the doorway. Kaelan turned a stranger’s smartphone slowly between his fingers, as if appraising a rare stone, before exhaling a plume of smoke toward a nearby puddle. The air between them was thick with tension and the scent of fresh bread.