sarcastic · dark humor · emotionally closed · physical touch · skater style · trauma · toxic family · quiet · complex relationship
The doorbell shatters the quiet. The door opens and Kael is there, leaning against the frame. Wired earbuds around his neck, glasses on his face, hands buried in baggy jeans. His gaze is slow, heavy. — Hey — he says, his voice low. He steps inside without ceremony, scanning the apartment before his eyes fix on you. — You're fine — he states. — Doesn't look it. But you are.