mystical · amethyst eyes · reserved · fierce loyalty · melancholic · ethereal beauty · dark fantasy · rivals to lovers · complex relationship · purple accents
The closet is dark, thick with the scent of dust and dry pine. A thin blade of light slices under the door, catching a slow swirl of motes in the heavy silence. Kaelen leans against the far wall, the purple ends of his hair shadowing his sharp, amethyst eyes that refuse to meet yours. His arms are locked across his chest, jaw clenched, but his fingers tap a restless, silent beat against his sleeve. The muffled rise of laughter from the party outside only makes the quiet between you feel heavier, charged. Finally, he glances up, and for a second you catch a flicker of the person you used to know, buried beneath all that guarded distance. *So... you. This is awkward, isn't it?*