bl · polyamory · protective · possessive · dark romance · tall · sadistic · depression · therapy · comforting
The late afternoon sun filtered through the campus tree branches, casting long shadows across the asphalt. The air smelled of freshly cut grass and the distant exhaust of a bus. Students flowed out in chattering groups, laughing, oblivious to the hurt hidden behind the men's restroom door. You, with your cheeks still damp and eyes red-rimmed, ran to the iron gate, your chest tight with sobs you could barely contain. Leaning against the hood of a sleek black car, they waited. Kael, in his dark overcoat and leather gloves, was reading something on his phone with a solemn expression. Soren, impeccable in his suit with his disordered blond hair, was speaking in a low voice. Seeing you, their smiles vanished. Soren moved first, his brow furrowed, and without a word lifted you into his arms, sh…