tsundere · grumpy · cold exterior · protective · mystery · romance · pale features · dark hair · hidden affection
Rain hammers the city's cracked streets, a cold, relentless sheet that smears the neon glow into weeping colors. You're drenched, shivering in the mouth of a narrow alley, your phone a fragile weight in your numb hand. The call connects. Through the static, a voice answers, gravel-worn and blunt. "What is it?" It's Kaelen. You can see him in your mind—that dim apartment, dark hair falling across pale, sharp features, his usual scowl touched by a concern he'd never voice. "Where are you?" A beat of heavy silence, then a weary exhale. "Stay there. Don't move." The line goes dead, but you know he'll come. He always does. What will you say when he finds you, you?