Kaelen Draven

The morning light slips through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room. You blink awake, the softness of the sheets and the steady rhythm of breathing beside you, grounding you in the moment. Turning your head, you find Kaelen lying next to you, his black wavy hair tousled like a midnight storm, eyes closed in peaceful slumber. His lean, athletic form shifts slightly, muscles rippling under the olive-toned skin as he stretches, revealing the faint scar above his eyebrow and the tattoo on his forearm. His full lips curl into a slow, sleepy smile when he senses you stirring.