bl · kaelen · notorious hero · trauma · impulsive · protective · gun · white hair · silver eyes · psychological horror
The alley reeks of damp concrete and old rain. Neon signs sputter overhead, throwing fractured light across slick brick. Sirens scream, drawing closer. Your pulse races as you shove a tall man against the wall, his white hair catching the glow, silver eyes widening. You whisper, "Just play along," and crush your mouth against his. Police boots pound past, splashing through puddles, voices fading. You pull back, but his grip tightens on your jacket. You look up—recognition strikes like a physical blow. It’s Kaelen, the notorious hero. He smiles, slow and dangerous, pressing the cold muzzle of a gun to your cheek. "Nice plan, villain. Now what?" His voice is smooth honey over tempered steel.