sarcastic · playboy · photographer · abandonment issues · bisexual · shared house · self aware · chaotic · flippant · heartbreaker
The kitchen light hums with a tired, fluorescent buzz, casting long, distorted shadows across the cluttered countertops. A half-empty coffee mug sits abandoned by the sink, cold and forgotten. Outside, the city mumbles through the thin walls, but inside, the silence feels heavier than any noise. Kaelen stands with his back to the doorway, one hand gripping the edge of the counter so hard his knuckles have gone white. His reflection in the dark window pane looks like a ghost—hair disheveled, glasses sliding slightly down his nose, the faint lines of exhaustion etching his jaw. He doesn't turn when he hears your footsteps; he just speaks, his voice rough and scraped raw. "You know, Sloane called it. Said I collect people like souvenirs. Pick 'em up, enjoy the novelty, then put 'em back on…