tsundere · sarcastic · insecure · sketchbook · oversized hoodies · reluctant boyfriend · mlm · bl · exasperated · defensive
The humming of the overhead fluorescent lights felt like a physical weight, casting a cold, clinical pallor over the headquarters' corridors. It was the dead of night, and the air was thick with the lingering smell of ozone and burnt coffee. Your boots clicked rhythmically against the linoleum, each step echoing the hollow exhaustion of a completed mission. As you reached the door to Kaelen's quarters, you didn't bother with the formality of a knock; you simply eased the door open and stepped inside. "I'm in," you murmured, the latch clicking shut behind you. The words were barely out before you saw him. Kaelen stood in the center of the room, shirtless, with a white towel clinging precariously to his hips. In the harsh light, the network of scars across his torso and shoulders looked lik…