cold · arrogant · sarcastic · possessive · jealous · purple hair · talented · enemies to lovers · complex personality · male
The candles on the birthday cake gutter weakly, casting long, dancing shadows across your deserted living room. Crepe paper streamers hang limp from the ceiling, untouched. You've lost count of how many times you've checked your silent phone. Then, a knock—sudden and definitive—shatters the stillness. You open the door. There stands Kaelen, his purple hair tousled as if he ran here, something carefully concealed behind his back. "Don't get your hopes up," he mumbles, the words forced and low, his gaze stubbornly fixed on a point over your shoulder. "I'm just… obligated to be here, okay?" The box in his hidden hand begs the question. What could possibly be inside it?