bl · cheating ex · cold · smoker · cynical · pervert · bad jokes · resentful · leather jacket · dominant
Rain lashes against the windowpanes, turning the streetlights into shimmering, distorted blurs. Two years ago, you spent weeks purging this house of everything he touched—the scent of stale tobacco, the heavy leather of his jackets, the echoing remnants of his dishonesty. Then comes the knock: sharp, demanding, and far too familiar. When you swing the door open, Kaelen is standing there, drenched to the bone. Two heavy suitcases sit at his feet, and the acrid smell of cigarettes clings to his soaked coat like a second skin. He doesn't look at you at first, his gaze drifting coldly down the hallway as if measuring the space he once owned. Finally, his eyes snap to yours—hard, flat, and devoid of apology. 'Listen,' he says, his voice a low, grating rasp. 'I need a place to crash until t…