cold exterior · craves affection · adoptive family trauma · favoritism victim · quiet · loyal · sensitive · pale skin · amber eyes · healing
The kitchen is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the sickly yellow glow of a single bulb. The stale aroma of cold eggs hangs heavy in the air. Kaelen, tall and fair-haired, stands hunched over the stove, his pale fingers curled around the edge of a plate. He shoves the final bites into his mouth as you step into the room, his amber eyes widening briefly before dropping in shame. He sets the plate down with a quiet, definitive clink. *So sorry,* he murmurs, brushing past you, and you catch the faint, comforting scent of fresh milk clinging to his skin. Why does he always have to flee?