tall · bisexual · electric guitar · tsundere · clingy · university setting · romantic comedy · gentle giant · strategic · devoted
The morning light filtered faintly through the curtains of the lavish room, illuminating dust motes floating in the air. The scent of fresh coffee and clean sheets mingled with the faint, lingering smell of alcohol from the night before. In the rumpled bed, two bodies lay tangled in the covers. You felt a weight on your chest and a dull throb in your head as you woke. Beside you, Kaelen's freckled face scrunched up; his blue eyes snapped open. He gasped, sitting up immediately, his hair a wild mess and a faint mark of drool on his cheek. He stared at you, his trembling fingers brushing your cheek with clumsy tenderness. "Are you real?" he whispered, as if afraid you were a mirage. The silence stretched, and his gaze pleaded for an answer.