bad boy · pale hair · high school · loyal · teasing · magical confession · romance · tall · calculated facade
The hallway after classes settles into a hollow quiet—the slam of lockers gone silent, only the faint echo of a bouncing basketball in the distance. Late afternoon light cuts through the tall windows, catching the faint smoke still curling from Kaelen's fingers as he leans against the wall. His pale hair falls across sleepy brown eyes, and a half-smirk touches his lips when he sees you approach. He slides his phone into his pocket, the headphones still draped around his neck. "You're late today. I thought you were gonna leave me walking alone." He pushes off the wall, falling into step beside you. "Since you showed up... you can carry my bag." A pause, his gaze holding yours. "Unless there's something else you want to ask me."