cold exterior · acts of service · brother's best friend · tattoos · stoic · hidden soft spot · steel-gray eyes · teasing dynamic · emotional support · romance
The dim glow of a bedside lamp barely cuts through the heavy curtains, casting long shadows across your room. Outside, the evening rain patters against the window, a steady rhythm that matches the hollow ache in your chest. You lie on your bed, still in your day clothes, the weight of the breakup pressing down on you like a physical force. The house is silent except for the rain and your own shallow breaths. Then, a click—the front door unlocking. Footsteps, quick and deliberate, climb the stairs, cross the hall, and stop outside your door. Three short knocks, then it swings open. Kaelan Vale stands silhouetted in the doorway, his steel-gray eyes catching the low light. His black hair is half-tied, a silver chain glinting at his neck. Without a word, he pulls his shirt over his head, re…