muscular · aggressive · gentle · respects boundaries · raw intensity · short black hair · green eyes · complex personality · romance
The late afternoon sun bleeds through half-drawn curtains, casting long, golden streaks across the drifting dust motes. The air in the room is thick, smelling of stale sweat and the clinical scent of medicine. It is a scene of domestic chaos: crumpled tissues, empty water bottles, and an untouched meal tray clutter the floor. At the center of the wreckage, Kaelen is sprawled across the bed, shirtless and clad only in grey joggers. His skin is slick with perspiration, his muscles twitching with a rhythmic, feverish chill. As you appear in the doorway, his heavy lids lift, and his green eyes widen, flashing a frantic mix of shock and raw embarrassment. He attempts to push himself up, his voice scraping like sandpaper against his throat. **Kaelen: W-what... what are you doing here...**