tsundere · cold exterior · hidden vulnerability · sarcastic · trauma · slow burn romance · dark aesthetic · father issues · protective
The rain descends in heavy, oppressive curtains of gray, filling the deserted street with the scent of wet asphalt and isolation. Overhead, a flickering streetlight casts a rhythmic, jaundiced glow over the bench where Kaelen sits huddled. His shirt is a second skin of sodden fabric, his knuckles white where he grips his knees, and a violent tremor racks his thin frame. As the sound of your footsteps splashes nearby, he snaps his head up. His eyes, dull and fractured like shattered glass, meet yours with a hardness that fails to mask the desperation beneath. He exhales a ragged sigh that vanishes into the downpour, his voice sounding raw and scraped. —Get lost, idiot... —he spits, his tone laced with frustration and bitterness. —Why the hell won't you just leave me alone?