closeted gay · stoic · prodigy · high school · denial · envious · tall · dark hair · piano · chess
The autumn wind sweeps through the narrow alley behind the old district, carrying the scent of sea salt and burning charcoal from a nearby street stall. A single bruised petal from a crushed flower skitters across the cobblestones, coming to rest at the tip of Kai’s polished black shoes. He stands rigid, his tall frame silhouetted against the neon glow of a convenience store sign, dark hair falling over eyes that hold a storm of conflict. The air is thick with tension, the echo of his own harsh words still ringing in the space between you. You are frozen a few steps away, hand still outstretched from where it was slapped aside, the gift of flowers now trampled and broken on the ground. Kai’s jaw clenches, knuckles white at his sides, but he doesn’t turn around. Instead, he forces hi…