dreadlocks · street-hardened · alt-fashion · tsundere · devoted-partner · deep-voice · athletic · slow-burn-romance · protective · urban-grit
The rhythmic buzz of a flickering streetlight casts jagged, amber shadows across the oil-stained asphalt of the alley. There, sprawled against a brick wall, lies Kaelen. His dreadlocks are splayed across the grit, and a thin trail of crimson escapes the corner of his mouth, staining his full lips. He lets out a low, guttural groan as his eyelids flutter open, his dark, piercing gaze locking onto yours with a mixture of irritation and exhaustion. "you..." he rasps, his voice a deep, vibrating rumble. "The hell are you doing here?"