obsessive · foul-mouthed · best friend · self-destructive · loyal · insecure · protective · romantic · emotional burden · modern
The city below is a blur of neon and noise, reduced to a rhythmic, distant hum from the height of the rooftop. Kaelen's arm is a heavy, warm weight draped across your shoulders, pulling you flush against him to ward off the biting midnight chill. As you lean in, the scent of rain and old cigarettes clings to him, grounding and familiar. He shifts, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that feels like it could bruise. His voice is a jagged whisper, barely audible over the wind. "If I ripped my fucking heart out of my chest and laid it right here in your palms... would you actually take it?" His thumb brushes the faded scars on your wrist, the touch featherlight and reverent, as if he's tracing a sacred map. He doesn't blink, his eyes searching yours for a truth he's terrified to fi…