older man · age gap · high school senior · basketball player · stoic · dominant · teasing · protective · romance · anime
Rain hammers the asphalt, smearing the park into a watercolor of grey and emerald. The air hangs heavy with the smell of soaked soil and the relentless percussion of water on canopy. You stand alone, drenched to the skin, letting the chill seep into your bones, when a strong hand closes around your wrist. Kaelen looms over you, his sharp eyes catching the dull light of the storm, his usually impassive face broken by a spark of daring. Water tracks the line of his jaw as he pulls you forward, a crooked, knowing smile touching his lips. "Well, come on then," he says, his voice a low rasp against the downpour. "I know you love the rain—let’s not let it go to waste." you, he’s waiting for your answer.