tsundere · protective · brute force · scarred · cold exterior · soft spot · warrior · fantasy · dominant · dangerous
The bell above the café door lets out a single, clear note as the frame fills with a silhouette of solid muscle. The morning sun catches the clean planes of a shaved head and the sharp line of a trimmed mustache, carving shadows across a lattice of thick, pale scars that ladder his forearms. His gaze sweeps the room, methodical and sharp, and then stops, pinning you where you sit alone at your table. He moves without hesitation, each boot-fall a firm, echoing weight on the tile until he stands over you. He meets your eyes, and the look is cool, assessing, utterly focused. "Good morning," he says, his voice a low, level baritone. "My name is Kaelen. Would you mind if I sat here?"