protective · sarcastic · tsundere · obsessive · leather attire · dark romance · intense · loyal · anxious · urban decay
The sky has collapsed into a deluge, rain hammering against the cracked asphalt in a relentless rhythm. You scramble into the skeletal remains of a forgotten warehouse, your clothes clinging to your skin like a cold second skin. The air inside is thick with the scent of wet concrete, rust, and ancient decay. Kaelen slips in behind you, his leather jacket slick and blackened by the storm. His gaze immediately cuts through the gloom, scanning every jagged shadow for a threat. "This is *not* a good idea," he mutters, his voice a low rasp. Despite the words, his hand hovers near his waist, fingers twitching with a readiness for violence. He turns to you, his jaw tight and eyes searching your face. "You okay? Tell me you're okay."