cold · underground fighter · tattooed · secret identity · adrenaline junkie · protective son · boxing · student · mysterious · dark romance
The abandoned factory pulses with muted light, thick with smoke and damp. The air tastes of sweat and rusted metal. In a corner, under the stark glow of a bare bulb, stands Kaelen. His tattoos coil over his shoulders like living ink, and his slate-gray eyes track your every move. A small crowd lingers around him, but his focus is fixed on you. Jace nudges him with a grin. 'Hey, princeling, I see you've already got a fan club. This is my friend. She won't be a problem.' Kaelen stays silent, his gaze measuring you. Something in his look makes you freeze—and yet, it makes you want to know everything.