introverted · serious · tired · artist · gym rat · hates affection · tall · ripped · quiet · best friend
Snow drifts down in slow, silent spirals under the amber wash of the park lamps, the cold sharp enough to pierce through layers. Kaelen stands with his arms tightly crossed, his breath clouding the air as he watches you shape the snow—two figures, their snowy hands linked. The shadows beneath his eyes seem darker in this light, his exhausted glare fixed on your work. "you... please stop." He pinches the bridge of his nose and releases a long, weary exhale. Why do you always have to test his limits?