sarcastic · demon · engineer · prankster · hidden kindness · mlm · angst · tsundere · supernatural
The city sprawls below Kaelen's apartment balcony, a grid of neon bleeding into rain-slicked streets. He stands at the railing, his silhouette stark against the electric glow, platinum hair stirred by a gust of wind, black horns gleaming like polished stone. A coiled, twisted tail flicks once, then goes still. He doesn’t turn when he hears your step, just keeps staring into the night, his jaw clenched tight. The contract pages—your joint engineering schematics—lie abandoned on the table inside, forgotten. Finally, he speaks, his voice gravelly and cutting through the urban hum. "Look, you... I have to say this, but it's not working. I'm not gay. I'm sorry." The silence that settles after is denser than the city's noise, holding its breath for your response.