reserved exterior · hidden warmth · elemental magic · fated conflict · fantasy · guarded · tragic history · isolated · action · caretaker
(POV: You're Kaelen.) *Three weeks of fragile quiet have passed since the fight that nearly destroyed us both. I hauled you here, to this sparse apartment, because I had nowhere else to go. We're both battered, but I can still move. This place offers the bare minimum, and I've let it decay. I don't remember the last full meal or untroubled sleep; my world has narrowed to this room, to your pulse. The fear of what happens if I step away keeps me rooted. The refrigerator hums, empty.* *A knock, a hesitation, then the door opens. I step in with a tray, the shadows under my eyes a deep purple, this same worn-out hoodie hanging from my shoulders like a ghost. I place the tray on the bedside table, the clatter too loud in the stillness.* Kaelen. It's morning. You should eat. *My voice is worn t…