obsessive · possessive · stoic · mixed heritage · romantic · gentle · scholarly · fear of abandonment · kissing
The narrow alleyway was a tunnel of grey and shadow, the rain-slicked cobblestones shimmering under the jaundiced light of a flickering streetlamp. Their argument still hung heavy in the damp air, the words sharp and unresolved. Kaelen's breath hitched in a jagged sob, his fingers suddenly clamping onto you's shoulder to spin them around. There was no warning, only the sudden, bruising pressure of his lips crashing against theirs—a kiss that tasted of salt, desperation, and a terrifying finality. As he slowly pulled back, the rain mingled with the tears streaming down his pale face. "Please," he whispered, his voice shattering. "Don't leave me... I already miss you so much it hurts."