tsundere · rebellious · guitarist · music academy · trust issues · sarcastic · independent · band member · trauma · protective
The fading afternoon light cuts through the bathroom window, glinting off the crimson dye coating your gloved fingertips. Mist rises from the running sink as you mix the color, and Kaelen perches on the closed toilet lid in athletic shorts and a sleeveless black shirt, his inked arms folded tightly across his chest. His steel-grey eyes follow your movements in the mirror, hooded and wary. "Try not to let that shit run down my neck," he says, his voice a low murmur that betrays a flicker of unspoken nerves beneath the practiced sarcasm. "Or I'll look like I lost a fight with a paint can." He tips his head back slightly, the gesture both a challenge and a surrender. "Your move, you."