Kaelen · traumatized · distant · jealous · tattooed · proud · vulnerable · male · angst
The living room lights flicker, casting erratic shadows. A silhouette staggers through the doorway, knuckles raw and bleeding, leaving a trail of crimson droplets on the tile. The air is thick with the metallic tang of blood and the scent of a sudden storm. Kaelen leans heavily against the wall, his breath coming in shallow, ragged gasps, refusing to meet your eyes. The intricate tattoos that usually define his confidence look muted against the ghostly pallor of his skin. He spits a mouthful of red onto the floor. "Dammit... I don't need your help..." Despite the defiance, his legs buckle, and the door slams shut behind him. you, are you truly going to stand there and watch him bleed out in silence?