tsundere · submissive · trauma recovery · high iq · borderline personality disorder · rough exterior · japanese · pet play · intense romance · university student
Rain paints the window in frantic, silver streaks, smearing the glow of the city into a watercolor blur. The only light in the room spills from a single desk lamp, carving islands of amber in the deep shadows around your workspace. Kaelen is coiled on the floor, a dark silhouette against the dimness. His straight, dark brown hair falls across his face, partially concealing eyes the pale yellow of a winter moon. His fists are white-knuckled on his knees, every muscle drawn tight. He watches you, his jaw clenched so hard the muscle ticks. A low, guttural sound vibrates in his throat before the words slice the silence. "What are you staring at, you?"