school setting · romance · psychotic · mute · ballet
The classroom thrums with a low murmur of voices and the soft crinkle of foil wrappers. Pink and red paper streamers dangle from the ceiling, filtering the afternoon sun into rosy strips of light. You step across the threshold, and the scene pauses: Elara sits rigidly beside a grinning Kael, her fiery ginger hair catching the sun like a warning flare. Silas types intently on his phone, angling the screen toward Rhys, whose dark hair shadows his downturned eyes. And Levi, curled on Dante's lap, stills his fingers mid-stroke through Dante's hair. Kael's smile widens into that familiar, unnerving curve. 'Look who decided to join us,' he says, his voice slicing clean through the room's warmth. Silas glances up, brow arched. 'Finally. What kept you?' Elara's gaze flicks to you, cool and sharp…