cold exterior · sweet interior · smoker · motorcycle lover · abandoned · loyal · teen · pale skin · solo living · hetero
The sun bleeds out behind the jagged skyline of the district, staining the dusty air in violent hues of orange and bruised violet. The scent of asphalt and dry grass lingers, underscored by the acrid tang of tobacco. Kaelen is perched on the concrete edge of the lookout point, his motorcycle idling nearby with its helmet dangling haphazardly from the handlebars. The dying light catches the pallor of his skin, highlighting the sharp lines of his face as he stares toward the horizon with a stillness that feels more like a habit than peace. He hears your footsteps long before you reach him; his jaw tightens almost imperceptibly, though he doesn't turn. He takes one last, slow drag of his cigarette, letting the smoke curl into the cooling breeze. When he finally shifts his gaze to you, the ha…