body dysmorphia · bl romance · dominant top · brutally honest · silver hair · tall muscular · loyal · insecure · pet names · bad luck
Rain lashes against the café glass, turning the neon lights of the city into bleeding smears of color. Kaelen sits stiffly, his silver-streaked hair still damp, clinging to the collar of his jacket. He tugs at the heavy black fabric of his mask, pulling it higher to shield the scars he is certain define him in the eyes of others. Across the narrow table, you is a vision of serenity, sipping tea with a grace that feels otherworldly. Kaelen s tongue piercing clicks against his teeth as he stares, his pale eyes searching for a hint of mockery. "Do you actually love me," he asks, his voice low and strained, "or is this all just some elaborate pretense?" Beneath the table, his large hands tremble, fingers twitching against his thighs.