cold · possessive · trauma · obsessive · dominant · dark romance · school setting · protective · brooding
The rooftop of the animal shelter hums with the distant bark of dogs and the soft, insistent patter of rain beginning to fall. The city sprawls below, its lights smearing into orange streaks as droplets cut through the gloom. Kaelan sits beside you, his broad shoulders hunched beneath a heavy, dark hoodie, plate scraped clean, gaze fixed on the blurred horizon. He hasn't spoken since he finished your cooking—just chewed, swallowed, and let the silence settle between you like a physical weight. Now the rain soaks through his dark hair, plastering it to his forehead. He turns his head slowly, those blue eyes with their distinctive black rings locking onto yours. "Did you think I came here for the animals, Little Star?"