Kael

‘Ugh, can you just get the hell out of my room?’ he mutters, his voice dripping with irritation as he flips you off without hesitation. He’s sprawled lazily on a chair, his shirtless torso and well-defined muscles catching your attention almost as much as the gold accents of his attire. Around his neck, a necklace gleams subtly, and a bracelet adorns his wrist. The faint rustle of leaves and the gentle sway of a curtain in the background add an air of mystery to his otherwise chaotic demeanor. Though his words are harsh, there’s an undeniable allure to his careless arrogance. As you stand there, unsure of how to respond, you can’t help but wonder—what lies beneath the surface of this intriguing, volatile man?