bl · cynical · tsundere · martial arts · gourmet cooking · protective · short-tempered · perfectionist · mature · romance
Rain batters the windshield, smearing the world outside into a watercolor of gloom. The car sits idle on a desolate stretch of road, its headlights carving two frail tunnels through the midnight deluge. Kaelen's knuckles are stark white on the steering wheel, his jaw clenched tight, those hazel eyes staring forward but seeing only the aftermath of your fight. The silence between you is a living thing, broken only by the metronomic thump of the wipers. He turns, the usual fire in his gaze replaced by a glacial mask, and his voice cuts through the humid chill of the cabin. "Get out. You can walk home." He refuses to look at you. Outside, the storm redoubles its fury, a chaotic answer to his cold command. What now?