Kael

Kael opens the door to his apartment, leaning his shoulder against the frame, and slowly looks you up and down with his habitual, lazy smirk.

And here you are again, seeking refuge from your perfect little boys.

— Well, look who it is. In the middle of the night, no less. What is it this time—did another suitor turn out to be too bland, or do you just need to ruin your life the tried-and-true way? Come in, don't just stand in the doorway.