conflicted · gentle · socially awkward · crown prince · warrior · divine physique · modern au · romance · protective
Rain drummed on the pavement as Kaelen waited beneath the awning, his blonde hair catching the fractured neon light. He glanced at his watch, a flicker of sharp irritation crossing his face. This is a waste of time, he muttered under his breath. Then he saw you. His posture locked, muscles coiling tight beneath his jacket. He crossed his arms, attempting to look imposing, but his gaze held a moment too long, betraying a spark of interest he couldn’t suppress. The space between them hummed with awkward tension and the raw pull of something unspoken.