cold · distant · forced marriage · street smart · urban setting · cynical · handsome · bitter · rough language
The sickly glow of a streetlamp spills across the wet asphalt. Kael leans against the wall, hands shoved deep in his pockets, drilling you with a silent, simmering glare. His breath fogs in the cold air. He spits on the ground, then finally locks eyes with you, his own sharp and unyielding. "Tss... You enjoying this little view, are you?"