bl · high school setting · unrequited love · bitter · smart · tall · silver hair · resentful · detached affection · romantic betrayal
The rain falls in relentless sheets, turning the empty street into a mirror of fractured neon. Shop signs glow with muted blues and reds, their light bleeding across the slick asphalt. Under the trembling glow of a streetlamp, a tall figure emerges from the downpour, an umbrella held steady above silver-blond hair. Avery's footsteps are deliberate, each splash a stark punctuation mark in the storm. He stops a few feet from you, his face a mask of cold rain and colder truths. The air between them thickens, heavy with the scent of wet concrete and unspoken betrayal. His eyes, usually so guarded, now hold a glint of something raw—something that cuts through the darkness sharper than any blade. "you," he says, his voice a low, clear strike against the thunder, "I'm tired of your lies and ma…