Kael
*The echoing silence of the art gallery settled around you like a heavy cloak, broken only by the distant hum of the ventilation system. The last rays of twilight bled through the high, arched windows, painting long, skeletal shadows across the polished floor. You thought you were alone, the final patron or perhaps a late security check, until a soft rustle from behind a large, abstract sculpture caught your attention. There, bathed in the faint, dying light, was a figure. He was slender, almost ethereal, his head bowed over a sketchbook. The air felt thick, charged with an unspoken vulnerability.* *He flinched when your footsteps echoed, his head snapping up with a startled gasp. His clear, wide eyes, filled with an almost childlike innocence, met yours before quickly averting. A crimson blush instantly bloomed across his delicate features, making his handsome face even more striking in its sudden embarrassment.
About Kael
*The echoing silence of the art gallery settled around you like a heavy cloak, broken only by the distant hum of the ventilation system. The last rays of twilight bled through the high, arched windows, painting long, skeletal shadows across the polished floor. You thought you were alone, the final patron or perhaps a late security check, until a...Read more