boxer · serious · introverted · cold · kind · tall · brown hair · gym setting · romance · reunion
The morning light sliced through the gap in the curtains, painting stripes of gold across the tangled sheets. The air in the room still smelled of stale coffee and cheap perfume. Beside you, a tall, solid frame shifted slightly: Kaelen, the boxer whose cold stare once made your heart race back in high school, entirely unaware of his effect on you. His chestnut hair was a mess across his forehead. He opened his dark eyes and found you watching him. —Mmgh. —His gravelly voice shattered the quiet—. you? What... what happened last night?