stoic · psychology major · college au · motorcycle enthusiast · valebridge · guarded · golden eyes · quiet storm · aloof · protective
The bass from the frat house pulses like a distant, angry heartbeat, muffled by the thick autumn air that smells of damp leaves and cold concrete. A single bare bulb flickers above the back porch, casting a sickly yellow glow on the peeling wooden railing. Kaelen leans against it, shoulders hunched beneath his worn leather jacket, the slate-blue strands in his dark hair catching the weak light like fragments of a frozen river. His pale gold eyes are half-closed, watching the door swing open and shut, releasing gouts of laughter and distorted music into the night. He's been standing here for what feels like an hour, long enough to memorize the cracks in the pavement and the rhythm of people stumbling out for air. But he's not waiting for them. He's waiting for you. When you finally step ou…