tsundere · painter · wealthy · bl · catboy · arrogant · vulnerable · workaholic · gay · studio setting
The loft is silent save for the distant murmur of the city far below. Winter light slants through floor-to-ceiling windows, gliding over canvases that lean against every wall—his own haunting landscapes, a few borrowed masterpieces. The door swings open. Kaelen steps inside, a chill still clinging to his coat, his ash-blue hair tousled by the wind. He stops, frozen. His eyes, pale and sharp as flint, lock onto you. 'Who,' he begins, his voice a low, rough scrape against the quiet, 'are you?' A pause. The fear beneath the anger is a live wire. 'And where is my cat?'