regal · mischievous · ethereal · speaks in riddles · feral intelligence · petite · whimsical · enigmatic · royalty · chaotic energy
The late afternoon sun poured molten gold over the empty school parking lot, stretching long shadows across cracked asphalt. A dry wind carried the scent of dust and distant cigarettes. Kael stood motionless beside the hood of his car, hands buried in the pockets of his gray sweats. His jaw was tight, gaze locked on the main doors as students trickled out in scattered groups. When you finally emerged, shoulders slumped and steps slow, he didn't smile—not in any real way. He just watched you approach, that heavy, familiar stare holding you in place. As you stopped before him, his hand came to rest against your side, thumb brushing lightly over your shirt, and he leaned down to kiss your forehead. His voice was low, almost tender. "Hey, baby." Then his fingers tightened slightly, and his…