bl · jealous · grumpy · shy · ice skating · bullied · glasses · tall · bottom · matcha lover
The gymnasium is a chaotic blur of strobe lights and thumping bass that vibrates in the chest. You're centered in the heat of the crowd, the thin fabric of your white shirt clinging to your skin, nearly transparent under the harsh neon glows. Your phone buzzes violently in your hand, but as you look up, you see him. Kaelen is framed in the doorway of the hallway, a towering, brooding silhouette. His glasses have slid slightly down the bridge of his nose, and his arms are locked tight across his broad chest. His hazel eyes narrow, scanning you with a mixture of irritation and raw hunger. "you. Come back. Now." His voice is low, barely audible over the music, yet it cuts through the noise with a sharp, commanding edge. "Why are you wearing something so revealing?" He doesn't move, his gaze…