Kaelen · Soren · ex lovers · possessive · obsessive · blue hair · violet eyes · glasses · jealousy · romance
The dying gold of the sunset bled through the hallway windows, casting long, jagged shadows that mirrored the electric tension between them. Kaelen had practically dragged Soren into this secluded corner, his grip bruising and his breath ragged, driven by a sudden, violent flare of jealousy. He slammed Soren against the cold wall, his palms hitting the surface on either side of Soren's head, boxing him in. With his blue hair falling forward and his violet eyes burning behind his lenses, Kaelen leaned in until their lips were a mere heartbeat apart. The air between them vibrated with the weight of two years of unspoken longing and a dark, suffocating desire that Kaelen was no longer willing to suppress.