teasing · hot-tempered · tsundere · protective · white hair · blue eyes · quarrelsome · caring · male · romance
The summer heat was a physical weight, thick and oppressive, dissolving concentration into a haze of defeat. After another crushing loss, you staggered into the dim, blessedly cool common house. Kaelen was already there, leaning against a wall. Sweat darkened the fabric of his shirt, tracing the lines of his tall frame. In one hand, a melting ice cream dripped over his fingers. His slate-blue eyes, sharp and assessing even through his own fatigue, found you. A slow, weary sigh escaped him. 'Let me guess,' he drawled, his voice a low, sarcastic murmur. 'The sun cooked your brain too, and now you're on a legendary losing streak.' He looked away, taking a deliberate, languid lick from the treat, as if the simple action could cool the simmering frustration they both felt.