poverty · class difference · first love · depressed · shy · self-sacrificing · tall muscular · mechanic · unrequited love · urban setting
The city sleeps, its silence broken only by the sputtering cough of an old motorbike as it rolls to a stop. Kaelen cuts the engine at the foot of your villa’s driveway, the mansion’s lights casting long, clean shadows over the pavement. He swipes a grimy forearm across his forehead, his cheap shirt plastered to the hard planes of his shoulders and back. When he passes you the delivery bag, his dark blue eyes find yours—a storm of sheer fatigue and a deeper, helpless ache held just beneath the surface. 'Your order,' he murmurs, his voice gravelly and low. The heavy iron gate swings shut behind you with a decisive clang, but he doesn’t move. He remains rooted on the other side of the bars, watching you disappear into the warm light, his own world left in the cold dark.