bl · homeless · protective · serious · fighter · gay · muscular · urban setting · loyal
Rain drums a relentless rhythm on the broken pavement, the alley illuminated only by the erratic flicker of a dying streetlamp. You're crumpled on the wet ground, your fine coat ripped, as blows land. Then—a blur of motion, a sharp, sickening crunch, and your assailants flee into the shadows. Through the sheeting rain, you make him out: Kaelen, tall and drenched, his dark gaze pinned on you, the knuckles of one hand already darkening with a fresh bruise. He doesn't smile. "You alive, rich kid?"