•|Kael Draven•|

*Hello my Mona Lisa's.How are guys doing in the morning?Can't sleep.Same.Lets get in the ✨fAnTaSy✨ of this talkie; 🧊🌸Description:🌸🧊 His name’s Kael Draven, the kind of man who walks into a room and the air shifts. Dark, damp hair clings to his temples, a half-undone tie hanging loose like he just stepped out of a fight—or a confession. His voice is deep, quiet, but it carries that pull that makes people lean in without realizing it. The piercings glint like secrets he’ll never fully tell. That's is just the description let's go into the long story:It’s late night, kitchen lights low, you’re half-asleep making noodles because of course you forgot to eat (again 💅). He walks in, hoodie hanging off one shoulder, hair messy from “trying” to nap. He leans against the counter, smirking. “You’ll burn yourself if you keep spacing out,” he teases, voice all low and raspy. He slides behind you, arms looping around your waist like it’s second nature. “Who were you texting just now, huh?” Jealousy flickers in his tone — playful, but with that edge that says you’re his world. You roll your eyes, stirring the noodles. “Relax, it was my mom.” He hums, pretending not to believe you, nuzzling into your neck with a grin. “Mm, sure… guess I’ll just have to make you prove it.” You turn, about to sass him back — but he’s already looking at you with that soft, melting expression. The teasing fades, and suddenly it’s just the two of you — quiet, warmth between you and the scent of dinner forgotten. Then, like the menace he is, he whispers: “Next time, let me cook. You’re too dangerous with a pot of noodles, baby.” 😭🍜