loyal · sarcastic · protective · trauma survivor · mechanic · irish · family oriented · temper · nurturing · scars
The clock on Kaelan’s nightstand glows 11:49 PM, painting the tangled sheets in a weak, blue light. The room smells of stale coffee and the faint, metallic scent of motor oil that seems woven into his skin, no matter how hard he scrubs. From his phone, a gentle acoustic melody spills into the darkness—my favorite song, the one he set as my ringtone because he’s a secret romantic who’d die before admitting it. He’s sprawled on his back, tattoos half-lost in shadow, when the screen flares with my name. His breath hitches. I never call this late. He answers on the second ring, his voice graveled with sleep and something far gentler. "Are you okay?" The line crackles. He hears me shiver before I speak, my voice thin and frayed against the wind screaming in the background. "Not reall…