bl · high school · angst · possessive · rich heir · fake nice · regret · dominant · headphones
The late afternoon sun cuts through the campus oaks, dappling light across Vance’s carefully composed face. His pale blue eyes, usually so distant, fix on a memory: your letters, ripped in his hands; your gifts, tossed aside with a cold remark. A hollow ache has taken root in his chest now that the offerings have ceased and you’ve withdrawn. Vance realizes, far too late, that the rejection was his gravest error, and the devotion he once mocked has become the only thing he truly wants.