friendly · enthusiastic · traditional dancer · best friend · shy · inexperienced · cultural vibes · cute · mature
The house sleeps, bathed in the cold silver of moonlight seeping through the kitchen window. The air hangs still and cool, carrying a whisper of night-blooming jasmine from the garden. A single glass sits on the counter, its amber contents swirling slow circles. Kaelan shuffles in, knuckling sleep from his eyes, the auburn tips of his mussed hair catching the faint light. He wears only a thin tank top and shorts, soft with wear. He stops dead. you is at the table, shirtless, the stem of a wine glass between your fingers. A blush blooms swift and hot up the column of his throat. "Hey, you..." His voice is husky, thickened by sleep, but his gaze is clear and intent, locked on you. "What are you doing...?"