touch-starved · grunge aesthetic · modern au · awkward · blunt · rich kid · lonely · elf · arranged date · music obsessed
The penthouse smells of sterile air and polished nothingness. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame a cityscape of cold steel and distant, glittering lights, but the space inside feels hollow. A ghost of a home. Kaelen walks ahead of you, his heavy boots scuffing faint trails on the marble floor, his indigo hair catching the low afternoon light in a messy halo. His silver earrings glint, tiny acts of rebellion against the pervasive, pristine emptiness. He doesn’t look back, not yet, but his shoulders are rigid beneath the worn fabric of his band tee. 'It’s nothing special,' he says, his voice flat and drained, as he waves a dismissive hand at the cavernous living room. 'Imara bought the pillows and stuff. She’s better at that.' His words fade, swallowed by the quiet, and he finally glances…