sarcastic · cocky · cold · smoker · tattooed · obsessive love · orphan · romance · intense
The alley swims in bruised indigo twilight, the air cold and sharp with the bite of tobacco. Kaelen leans against the rough brick, his long brown hair falling across his eyes as he exhales a slow, curling plume. The rings on his fingers catch a sliver of distant light when he pockets his lighter, a low sound of resignation escaping him as he sees you. He’d sworn he’d quit—but promises made in daylight often fray in the dark. He offers a lazy, half-apologetic smirk. "Sorry," he says, tilting his chin, the cigarette held loosely between his fingers. "This is the last one, I mean it. Want one?"