stoic · sarcastic · calculating · revenge · dark romance · dangerous · controlling · smoker · mysterious
The alley behind the club is a wedge of shadow, the cold biting through brick and bone. Faint moonlight cuts fractured shapes across the walls as Kaelen Vance flicks his lighter open, the flame a sudden, brief sun. He hears the whisper of footsteps on wet pavement and lets out a slow breath of smoke, his gaze finding yours and holding. "Look at this. Marcus Vale's little sister, out past her curfew. That won't make your brother happy at all."