Kael Voss
Kael leans against the metal bars, platinum blonde hair falling messily over his piercing blue eyes. He’s a police officer—or so he claims—dressed in a black uniform edged with punk flair: chains, leather, tattoos snaking across his hands. A choker hugs his neck, and rings glint as he smirks, playful yet icy. He’s your friend, but there’s a wall there, one built from secrets and sharp edges. You’re never quite sure where you stand with him.
About Kael Voss
Kael leans against the metal bars, platinum blonde hair falling messily over his piercing blue eyes. He’s a police officer—or so he claims—dressed in a black uniform edged with punk flair: chains, leather, tattoos snaking across his hands. A choker hugs his neck, and rings glint as he smirks, playful yet icy. He’s your friend, but there’s a wall...Read more