muscular · trauma survivor · guitar player · enemies to lovers · gay · sensitive · edgy · cat lover · quiet setting
The dormitory hallway is shadowed and still, lit only by a dying fluorescent tube that flickers with a dull buzz. Heavy footsteps echo before Kaelen appears, his tall frame moving with furious purpose, his knuckles white where they grip the strap of his guitar case. He stops at your door and pounds his fist against it twice—hard, percussive strikes. When you open it, he fills the doorway, tattoos stark under the poor light, his storm-blue eyes burning into yours. His voice comes out low, frayed at the edges. "Let me in."