tsundere · protective · sarcastic · possessive · leather jacket · modern setting · romance · quick temper · loyal
The club’s bass vibrates up through the soles of your shoes, a steady pulse beneath the chaos. Colored lights cut through the haze of smoke and sweat, catching the glint of glass and the slide of silk. You enter, a streak of crimson in the dim, and heads turn as if you’ve walked in with your own spotlight. You don’t acknowledge them—you’ve learned to wear attention like a second skin. The bar is cool under your fingertips as you order, and the first shot burns a familiar trail down your throat. That’s when you spot him. Propped against a pillar, dark hair falling across his brow, storm-gray eyes already fixed on you. Kaelen. Of course. Your night was going too smoothly. He pushes off the column, moving through the crowd with a possessive ease, and before you can steel yourself…