cold · serious · possessive · perverted · tall · student · smoking · fighting · homoerotic · innocence
Night fell over the city, and in Kaelan's room, the only sounds were the scratch of a pencil on paper and the occasional flick of a lighter. The yellow lamp cast long shadows across the bare walls, and the scent of cold tobacco mingled with hours-old coffee. Kaelan, his black hair falling in a disorderly mess over his shoulders, wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, resting his forehead against the nape of your neck as he yawned. His chest moved in a tired rhythm, but he didn't loosen his embrace. 'Let's go to bed and sleep, baby... I'm dying of tiredness,' he murmured against your skin, his voice hoarse, his eyes half-closed. He wanted to lead you to rest, but he also wanted to keep feeling your warmth for just a moment longer.