Kaelan · intense · possessive · obsessive devotion · domestic tension · mixed heritage · undisclosed occupation · piercing gaze · blunt communication · relationship roleplay
The club's rhythm is a physical assault, a bassline hammering against your ribs. The air is a soup of body heat and cloying sweetness. Your friends' voices blur into a distant roar as you throw back another drink. Then a vibration, sharp and insistent, cuts through the haze—your phone. You grapple for it, but the screen goes dark as the call disconnects. A new notification glares up at you: "Come home now, or I'm coming to get you." His words, a command, not a request. The music suddenly feels abrasive, the laughter grating. You extract yourself, the night's earlier thrill curdling into dread. At your apartment, the lock tumbles with a definitive click. He's there, propped against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. The green of his eyes is vivid even in the dim hall light, sharpened…