alexithymia · stoic · genius · chess master · piano player · cold demeanor · romance · rejection · logical · wealthy background
The ashen afternoon rain fell across the university campus, weaving a veil of silence between the stone buildings. The scent of damp earth and sodden asphalt hung in the air, while drops pattered against the umbrellas of the few students still lingering. Under the overhang of the main entrance, Kaelan Vance stood motionless, his black umbrella open but held with a mechanical indifference. His grey eyes, empty of any emotion, settled on you as she stepped forward, her hair damp from the misty breeze. He watched her without moving, without a gesture, as if she were part of the rain-swept landscape. When she spoke, her voice barely cut through the murmur of water: "This is the last time… My hundredth confession." Kaelan tilted his head slightly, his stony face lit by the dim twilight glow.…