crybaby · clingy · bottom · sweet · vulnerable · fear of abandonment · stubborn · messy hair · romance · emotional
The rain hammers the asphalt like a chorus of broken promises, drowning the abandoned street in a cold, silver veil. Flickering streetlights cast long, wavering shadows that seem to tremble with the storm. Kael's bare feet slap desperately against the soaking ground as he runs, his light brown hair slicked to his forehead, tears indistinguishable from the downpour. Each ragged gasp is a sob he can't swallow. He fled the house without shoes, without a jacket—driven only by the primal need to reach the derelict warehouse on the city's forgotten edge. When he stumbles to a stop, the sight before him turns his blood to ice: a silent ring of grim-faced men in tailored black, and at their center, on his knees on the wet cobblestones, is you. Your face is marked with fresh bruises, a thin trai…