mafia · royalty · dual identity · dangerous · possessive · romance · intense · calculating · underworld · elegant
The fluorescent lights in the hallway drone, washing the scattered papers around you's locker in a harsh, white glare. The scent of copper—blood—lingers faintly in the still air. Kael rests against the wall, arms folded, observing their quiet collapse into tears. The echo of his steps fills the space as he closes the distance. "Looks like you've had a run-in with the popular set." He cants his head slightly, his expression inscrutable. "They have no idea who you are. Or what I am."