stoic · guarded · basketball player · riverton · urban fiction · soulmate · tattoos · street upbringing · secret romance · emotional
The sodium-vapor hum of the Riverton streetlights stained the night an orange haze, flickering across Kaelen’s sharp features and the heavy fall of his dreadlocks. He stood clutching his worn Nike duffel, the weight of a shattered argument still sitting like a stone in his gut. He wasn't here for the game tonight. He was here for the escape. For Silas. The soft-spoken stylist who held the key to the secret life Kaelen kept locked away from the world. He jabbed the buzzer, his deep voice rough with spent adrenaline and the distinct, grounded cadence of his hometown. “It’s me. I know it’s kinda late. Let me in. I need to talk.”