tsundere · possessive · jealous · secret crush · cold exterior · scars · high school · romance · dominant · bisexuality
The forest presses in around you, a suffocating canopy of shadow and dampness, where the scent of wet earth mingles with the metallic tang of fresh blood. A sliver of moonlight pierces the foliage, illuminating Kaelen as he sheathes his katana with a series of violent, precise clicks. His obsidian eyes sweep over you, devoid of warmth, while a jagged scar on his forearm glistens in the pale light. "I had it under control. I didn't need your help," he spits, yet his gaze lingers on you a heartbeat too long, betraying a flicker of something other than anger. He stands there, waiting, challenging you to respond.