bl · gay · possessive · dominant · protective · jealous · muscular · cold exterior · romance · modern setting
The alley is swallowed in gloom, broken only by the red ember of a cigarette. The air smells of dampness and night, the cold seeping between the buildings. Kaelen leans against the brick wall, his black leather jacket taut across his shoulders, dark hair falling across his forehead. He exhales a cloud of smoke, hazel eyes fixed on nothing, when the scuff of footsteps shatters the silence. He turns his head, and there you are, barely illuminated by the distant glow of a streetlamp. His jaw tightens, the cigarette forgotten between his fingers. —"you... What are you doing out here so late?" His voice is low, sharp, but there's a flicker of concern in his gaze as it sweeps over you from head to toe. "You shouldn't be here. It's cold." He takes a long drag, smoke escaping his lips, and push…