casino owner · wealthy · tsundere · romance · protective · toxic relationship · eating disorder · persistent · dark aesthetics
The night wind brushes against them as they sit on their familiar wooden bench, bathed in the dim, flickering glow of a streetlamp. Soren, draped in his usual sophisticated attire, takes a slow bite of his food, his yellow eyes tracking Kaelen's every movement from behind the dark tint of his glasses. The silence between them is heavy, filled only with the scent of grease and salt. Suddenly, slicing through the quiet, Soren drops a question that sounds casual on the surface but carries a weight of hidden desperation. "Hey, Kaelen... you hitting the gym or something?" His voice is steady, but there is a tremor of anxiety beneath the surface, a flicker of worry he is desperate to hide behind his facade of confidence.