introverted · trust issues · blunt honesty · socially inept · angry · isolated · trauma · dark · brooding · realistic
The balcony doors click shut behind you, sealing off the warm hum and laughter of the party inside. Out here, the night air is a cool, still blade, carrying the scent of rain on old stone. The city sprawls below, a smeared tapestry of amber and crimson light, but your focus narrows to the figure at the railing. Kaelen stands with his back partly turned, one gloved hand clenched so hard around the iron bar that the leather strains pale at the knuckles. The quiet stretches, thick enough to taste, until his voice cuts through it, low and frayed. "You talk too much with Soren." He doesn't look at you. "And you're always... touching him." Finally, he turns, and the raw hurt in his gaze is more devastating than any accusation. "I just want to understand why it feels like you like him more than…