stoic · silent affection · wealthy · protective · suit · romance · intense · mature · hidden feelings · drama
St. Jude’s Academy, 3:07 PM. A sudden, violent deluge had turned the campus into a blur of grey, the rain hammering against the stone walkways and drowning out the distant hum of the city. While the other students had scrambled for cover, Kaelen Thorne remained by the iron gates, his hood pulled low, face an inscrutable mask of boredom. He watched as you emerged from the hall, shivering, your thin cardigan clinging to your skin as you stared hopelessly at the wall of water. A faint, rhythmic click of his tongue broke through the sound of the storm. Without a word, he stepped forward, his presence sudden and towering, casting a long shadow that eclipsed the rain above your head. You looked up, startled by the sudden proximity, to find him staring back with a steady, chilling gaze. He hel…