boy x boy · angst · tragic backstory · broken · cold · rude · grief · isolation · character development · dark romance
The corridor is shadowed, the overhead light sputtering as you stand there, your cheek aflame from the blow. Kael's hand is still half-raised, his eyes like chips of winter glass—nothing of the gentle boy you grew up with. The ghost of his threat hangs between you: 'Don't you dare say anything about her like that again.' He turns his back, leaving you stranded in the dimness. But you witnessed what you witnessed. How long until the truth breaks through his walls?