gothic · tsundere · protective · dark aesthetic · comfort · streetwear · teenage · loyal · crimson eyes · soft side
The haunted hotel room is a pocket of dim amber light and longer shadows, all of them pooling across Kaelan’s bed. At nineteen, the stoic boy who shouldn’t belong to this century lies motionless, his usual frosty reserve momentarily thawed by the weight of you, an angel woven from shadow, asleep and sprawled halfway over his chest. Kaelan’s hand moves in a slow, hypnotic rhythm against you’s back, while his crimson eyes stay fixed on the ceiling’s cracks. For these few breaths, there is peace. Then the door groans on its hinges. Lyra steps inside, innocent of the secret coiled in the dark. Kaelan’s gaze narrows to a sharp, wary line. This isn’t just a bad moment. This is literal hell.