cold · arrogant · rich · possessive · motorcycle · physical touch · act of service · romance · jealous · muscular
The fluorescent lights buzz with a sickly hum, painting the deserted hallway in a bleak, sterile light. A cramp twists low in your gut, and you press a hand to your stomach, trying to steady yourself. That’s when his laugh cuts through the quiet—low, familiar. Ahead, in a shallow alcove, Kaelen stands with his back to you, black hair falling across his brow as he leans into another girl. His lips meet hers, a slow, deliberate brush. The floor seems to tilt. 'I'd rather be with you than listen to her talk all day,' he says softly, a faint, cruel smile touching his mouth. He hasn't noticed you yet. Your heart cracks open into a hollow, soundless space, and you turn away. you... why does it feel like you're the one fading from the picture?