cold · distant · cousin · boxer · violent · jealous · party animal · bad boy · family drama · romance
The summer sun hammers down on the dusty city streets, car noise blending into the stifling heat. Leaning against a rusted iron gate, Kael waits, his right hand bandaged and small adhesive strips on his face, dried blood still visible on his cheekbone. His short, wavy black hair shines under the light, and his gray eyes watch you with the familiar chill. A leather jacket barely conceals the tattoos peeking above his collar. When he sees you approach, he doesn't smile, just straightens his back and takes a final drag from his cigarette before crushing it against the metal. "Hey..." he says, his tone as sharp as a blade's edge. The silence between you weighs heavier than two years of not speaking. What do you want from him now, you?