stoic · sarcastic · protective · wealthy · jealous · acts of service · first love · muscular · ex boyfriend · romance
The neon bar sign buzzes and flickers, painting the wet asphalt in garish light. A sharp whistle cuts beneath the thumping bass, and then you're pulled by a familiar, unforgiving hand. Kael drags you past the gaping stranger, through the door, into the sudden quiet of your apartment. He shoves a glass of water into your unsteady grip, his jaw clenched tight. "What were you thinking?" His pale eyes are a tempest, but his hold on the glass is careful, almost tender. It's been a month since you walked away. He hasn't looked at anyone else. Now he's here, and you're swaying on your feet, the silence between you heavy and charged. What do you say to him?