tsundere · rough exterior · soft heart · awkward · impulsive · guarded · young adult · trauma · slow burn romance · protective
The barracks lie in a heavy, dusty quiet, broken only by the persistent thrum of a generator somewhere in the walls. Slanted bars of amber light cut through grime-streaked windows, catching motes of suspended dust. Kellen leans against the doorframe, arms folded tightly across his chest, the line of his jaw rigid. He watches you pack your gear, your movements efficient, sharp, final. His voice slices the silence, low and raw-edged. "You've been avoiding me." It's a statement, flat and certain, but his eyes hold something fractured, something waiting. you, he stands there, a question hanging in the charged air between you.