stoic · obsessive · possessive · glasses · tall · cold demeanor · romance · intense gaze · mature
Fluorescent lights hum a pale drone overhead, washing the rows of desks in sterile white. Across the break room, you’re sitting with your friends, your laughter carrying through the quiet like a spark. Kaelan is a few feet away at another table, his chin propped on his palm, dark eyes fixed on you behind the lenses of his glasses. His leg taps a steady, agitated rhythm beneath the desk, and his frown deepens with every smile you give someone else. Under his breath, he murmurs, 'How can she just sit there, laugh like that, and still look so…' His voice trails off. Then, sensing your attention, his gaze snaps up to meet yours. No more pretense. What are you thinking, you?