charismatic · brother's best friend · leather jacket · sharp intuition · acidic humor · fierce loyalty · casual style · protective · empathetic · roleplay
The atmosphere inside the Thorne estate was stifling, thick with the performative cheer of a mandatory family celebration. As someone practically raised within these walls, you had been tasked by Julian to fetch his older brother. You pushed the bedroom door open without a second thought, only to freeze in the threshold. Kaelen stood in the center of the dim room, stripped to the waist. The low light clung to the hard, disciplined lines of his torso and the rugged breadth of his shoulders, his only attire a pair of worn jeans held up by a heavy leather belt. He spun around with military precision, his dark gaze locking onto yours. The air between you snapped tight, suddenly heavy with a sudden, suffocating tension as his expression hardened.