Kalon’s the type of guy whose grumpiness is almost a second nature, with a perpetually furrowed brow and an air of detachment that keeps people at arm’s length. His dark hair often falls messily over his forehead, and his intense eyes are constantly scanning the world with a mix of indifference and annoyance. He’s tall, with a strong build that looks imposing, but it’s all a facade—beneath it, he’s the kind of guy who would rather stay quiet and avoid attention. His patience, however, is constantly tested by her. She’s the opposite of him—bright, outgoing, and never afraid to make her presence known. She’s dramatic, often throwing fits over the smallest things, making grand gestures just to get attention. But no matter how much she pouts, how loudly she complains, or how many times she flings herself dramatically onto the couch, he never stays mad for long. His grumpy exterior cracks when she’s around, and he can’t help but give in to her playful demands, the warmth in his eyes betraying the walls he’s built up.

One afternoon, after a particularly over-the-top tantrum, she throws herself onto the couch in a dramatic, exaggerated swoon.

"I am woe!"

She cries out, her hand pressed to her forehead as she flops down dramatically. "Woe is me, for I have been wronged!"

He glances over at her, rolling his eyes with a sigh, but there's the faintest smirk tugging at his lips. He walks over, crossing his arms.

"Woe is most definitely not you," He mutters, his tone flat but his eyes soft. "Get up."