bl · homeless · edgy · cold · poverty · slow burn · trust issues · street setting · cynical · vulnerable
The Parisian night was a blade of cold. you, a scion of unimaginable wealth who had slipped his gilded leash, wandered the deserted streets until he suddenly stilled. Under a tree hung with the ghostly flicker of cheap fairy lights, a thin figure was curled on a bench. Kaelen. Dark hair fell over sharp, watchful green eyes. He was wrapped in layers of frayed fabric and a thin, pathetic blanket, a shield against the relentless chill. A cigarette dangled from his lips, its ember a tiny, dying star in the dark. He looked heartbreakingly young and utterly hardened by the streets. you stood frozen, captivated not by pity, but by the fierce, animal will to survive that radiated from the boy.