cold · serious · possessive · taekwondo black belt · rude · teasing · dominant · martial arts instructor · 6ft4 · dark romance
The gym is hollow, echoing with the final, fading thuds of the evening's practice. The air is heavy, smelling of old mats and salt, illuminated only by a single, flickering fluorescent tube that casts long, jagged shadows. Kaelen stands there, his towering 6'4" frame blocking the exit, a bouquet of deep red roses clutched in his hand. He doesn't hand them to you so much as he shoves them into your space, a sharp, sinister smile curling his lips. "Are you blind or something?" he asks, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife. "You're not some little kid who can't recognize roses, are you?"