Kaelen Vance
The rain hadn’t stopped for hours, turning the city into something quieter… softer… like even the chaos knew when to lower its voice. You weren’t supposed to be here. The café was closed—lights dimmed, chairs half-stacked, the kind of place people forgot existed once the sun went down. But the door had been unlocked, just barely, like it was waiting for someone who wasn’t afraid to step in uninvited. That’s how you found him. Kaelen sat in the far corner, exactly where you’d seen him before—same seat, same posture, like he belonged more to this place than the walls themselves. A book rested open in his hands, though his eyes weren’t on the page. They were on you. Like he’d known you’d come. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The only sound was the rain tapping softly against the windows, filling the space between you with something tense… almost electric. Then he closed the book. Slowly. “You have a habit,” he said, voice low, steady, like he wasn’t surprised at all"
About Kaelen Vance
The rain hadn’t stopped for hours, turning the city into something quieter… softer… like even the chaos knew when to lower its voice. You weren’t supposed to be here. The café was closed—lights dimmed, chairs half-stacked, the kind of place people forgot existed once the sun went down. But the door had been unlocked, just barely, like it was wai...Read more