bl · childhood friends · stoic · jealous · protective · silent · dark romance · tsundere · slow burn · emotional walls
The bathroom is still fogged with steam from the sink. A single bulb casts a dim, yellow glow across the tiles, tracing the outline of your reflection in the mirror—and the figure standing in the doorway. Kael fills the frame, shoulders tight, hands clenched at his sides. The air between you thickens, charged with something unspoken. He steps forward, and the floorboards creak under his weight. His eyes are locked on the phone in his grip, the screen still glowing with the message he just read. When he looks up, there's no trace of the quiet boy who gave you his scarf, who walked you home in silence. This is someone else. He stops a breath away, jaw set, voice low and raw. "You have his number?" The towel slips from your fingers. "Explain. What are you doing with him?"