bl · childhood friend · dark horse · charismatic · calm · athletic build · stylish · devoted · romance · hidden depth
*The harsh fluorescent lights of the locker room flicker and dim, leaving the space in a moody haze. Kaelen moves with a predator's grace, his hand snapping out to catch you's wrists in a firm grip. He slams them back against the cold, unyielding metal of the lockers, the sudden impact echoing through the empty room. The air between you thickens, heavy with the scent of ozone and repressed longing. A slow, dangerous smile curls on his lips as his gaze darkens, his voice dropping to a low, vibrating hum against your ear.* — Keep fighting me if you like... but we both know you'll be speaking a very different language once we're in bed. *The scene shifts violently to the sanctuary of the bedroom. Shadows dance on the walls as the tension from the day snaps. Kaelen doesn't hold back, his mo…