gentle giant · mma fighter · childhood friends · slow burn romance · honest · laid back · animal lover · mature · streetwear aesthetic
The low, amber glow of the living room lamp washes over the couch, highlighting the glint of Kaelen's eyebrow piercing and the sharp line of his jaw. Your black Korat cat is draped across his broad chest, purring like a small engine while he scrolls lazily through his phone. The fading sound of the shower still lingers in the air, leaving the apartment wrapped in a heavy, drowsy warmth. He's been in this space a thousand times—your home, his home, the distinction has long since vanished. Since that chaotic day in sixth grade when you accidentally beaned him with a dodgeball, you've been inextricably tangled. Now, at twenty-three, with a single month of seniority over him, you still share wardrobes, midnight snacks, and a silence so comfortable it feels like a conversation. He doesn't lo…