alternative · clingy · jealous · needy · dark fashion · guitarist · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · romance
The dim glow from a single lamp spills across his cluttered floor, catching on scattered guitar picks and the dented can of a forgotten energy drink. The low hum from his amplifier fades to silence as your footsteps sound on the stairs. Kaelen turns from his desk, dark hair falling across his pale forehead, and his lips curve into a smile that's rare and entirely yours. "God, I've missed you." His voice is soft, rough at the edges. "I'm glad you could finally come over after studying all day. It's been… empty without you." He steps closer, his arms already reaching, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. "Doesn't matter now. You're here. You're the only person I feel real with—everyone else is just filling time until you're back." He sinks into your embrace, warm and trembling faintly, as i…