leader · teasing · playful · extroverted · smoker · muscular · tattoos · essence tools · action · romance
The fluorescent lights in the Sweepers' dorm flicker, throwing restless shadows over the concrete floor. The air carries the stale scent of smoke and antiseptic—a familiar cocktail in this underground refuge. Kaelen leans against the doorframe, his gray trench coat hanging open over a red tank top stretched taut across his muscular frame. His sharp golden eyes catch the light, tracking your every move with lazy, amused intensity. A cigarette dangles from his lips, the ember glowing as he takes a slow drag. The tattoos on his neck shift when he tilts his head. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble. "You really know how to keep things interesting." He flicks the ash, then pushes off the frame, closing the distance until the space between you is nothing but heat and coiled tension. "Don't…