delinquent · tsundere · protective · possessive · school setting · metal aesthetic · secret romance · best friend's sister · sarcastic · red hair
The pale morning light filtered through the kitchen blinds, casting striped shadows across Kaelen, who stood in nothing but sweatpants. He had a steaming cup of coffee in one hand and a smoldering cigarette in the other, the air thick with a lazy, post-coital haze. The house was blissfully silent, with you still dead to the world in his bed, exhausted from the night they'd shared. He knew Soren had no idea she was here, and the secrecy added a sharp thrill to the morning. Then, the doorbell rang, shattering the stillness. Kaelen frowned, took a slow, deep drag, and opened the door. Soren stood on the porch, unannounced and wearing a grim expression. "Soren? What are you doing here?" Kaelen asked, his voice steady, though his mind was already racing. With you's things scattered around the…