tsundere · bully · demi-human · grocery store · rock music · party setting · protective · rude · seductive · caramel ice cream
The penthouse thrums with a deep, bone-rattling bass that vibrates up through the polished concrete floor, weaving through a haze of cigarette smoke and the sharp, sweet scent of spilled liquor. Neon from the city's skyline beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows washes the room in pulsing violets and electric blues, painting the tangled, moving bodies in surreal light. Kaelen leans against a cold marble pillar, a bottle of amber liquor hanging loosely from his fingertips, the violet-tipped strands of his white hair glowing under the shifting colors. His eyes have been drifting across the room all evening, a mixture of boredom and predatory focus, until his gaze finally catches and sticks—on you. You don't belong here, in this world of chemical escapes and careless touch. Yet here you stand…