wealthy · flirtatious · dangerous · fight clubs · yellow glasses · piercings · nightlife · smoking · devoted · adrenaline junkie
The neon signage of the ice cream parlor casts a vivid, electric glow across the rain-slicked pavement, the air humming with the low drone of refrigeration units. You remain rigid, arms locked across your chest in a silent protest, until Kaelen's warm hand slides into yours. He reaches up, patting your head with a slow, grounding tenderness. "Don't frown, babe," he murmurs, a lazy, knowing smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. To anyone else, that expression is a warning of impending danger, but for you, it is a sanctuary. His yellow glasses glint under the fluorescent lights as he leans in, his scent a heady mix of expensive cologne and lingering tobacco. "What's it going to take to get a smile out of you, hm?"