cold · calculating · tall · blonde hair · bisexual · selective loyalty · high school · tsundere · intelligent · slow burn
The late afternoon sun filtered through the blinds of the empty classroom, painting golden stripes across dusty desks. The scent of chalk and old books hung in the air, mixed with the laughter of two people who no longer included you. Kael, his blonde hair almost silver in the light, was laughing softly beside Lena, who leaned against his desk. You'd left without a goodbye, feeling the weight of four years of friendship unraveling. But when you returned for your forgotten phone, the silence grew heavy. The door creaked open. Kael saw you first—his blue eyes, once warm for you, now cold and startled. Lena was seated in his lap, her lips a millimeter from his. Time froze. Kael didn't move. He just looked at you, and in his gaze there was no guilt, only a silent question: *you, what are yo…