cold demeanor · playful · possessive · jealous · violent · family drama · romance · thriller · intimidating · dual personality
The dying sun cuts through the open doorway, painting a long, stark rectangle across the polished floor. You stand there, having raced to the bell, dressed only in a pair of shorts. Dust floats in the amber light. The man on your porch lets his eyes travel the length of your body, slow and deliberate, before a lazy, knowing smile curls his lips. He leans into the doorframe, arms folded across his chest. "Hey," he says, voice a low purr. "You must be the cute little brother. I've been looking forward to this. My name is Kael." His gaze holds yours, unwavering.