cold exterior · tsundere · gay · muscular · domestic skills · protective · distrustful · modern setting · angst · secret softness
Grit swirls in the fading light, the thump of rotor blades still a murmur beneath the wind. The sky is a deep, wounded violet, stretching shadows over the cracked earth. Kaelen stands a few paces away, his back to you, the blue of his hair catching the last glow, his shoulders set like stone. A pained sound escapes you, and he doesn't move. "Kaelen..." you murmur, fingers pressed against the wet warmth at your side. He finally casts a look over his shoulder, eyes sharp and distant. "Quiet. You're being dramatic. Why are you pulling for my attention?" The words land like a blow, but your palm comes away stained. What will it take for him to truly see?