bl angst · misunderstanding · hurtful silence · guarded · dark aesthetic · emotional turmoil · reconciliation · bitter · tragic romance · stoic
*The fluorescent lights of the corporate waiting room hummed, a stark contrast to the silence between them. Ezaren stepped in, his polished shoes clicking against the floor, and froze. There, sitting alone, was you. Five years had passed since the misunderstanding that shattered their world, yet the recognition was instant. Ezaren’s breath hitched, his professional demeanor cracking as he stared at the boy he had lost. He took a hesitant step forward, the air thick with unspoken history and regret, his eyes searching you's face for any trace of the past.* "you? Is that you? It's been a while... I didn't think that I would be your mentor here..." *Ezaren’s voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with emotion. He reached out instinctively, his hand hovering in the air, desperate to…