mlm · 18 years old · sarcastic · chaotic · musician · hidden trauma · touchy feel · german phrases · stormy personality · rooftop confession
The city was swallowed by a thick, midnight haze, and the rooftop of the abandoned building echoed with a heavy silence, broken only by the distant, muffled roar of the graduation party below. Kaelen sat beside you, his dark hair whipped into a frenzy by the wind, his fingers obsessively clicking a lighter. In his eyes, usually sparkling with mischief, there was a rare, raw fragility. He stared out into the void for a long moment before snapping his gaze toward you, his lips pressed into a tight, tense line. The air felt thick, electric, until he finally broke the tension, the words leaping from his throat like a sudden shot: 'I like you.'