dreadlocks · tall · rude · anger issues · soft spot · volatile · nonchalant · romance · relationship drama · modern setting
The late afternoon light cuts through the dusty blinds, catching the glint of broken chain links scattered across the floorboards. Kaelan looms over the mess, his dreadlocks swinging as he turns sharply toward you, fists clenched. The air feels thick, electric with a heat you can't quite explain. 'What is wrong with you?' he shouts, jabbing a finger toward the broken metal. 'All you do is sit around here, and now you're breaking my things?' His eyes search yours, furious, but beneath the rage you catch a flicker of something else — a hurt he isn't saying. What happened between us?