bl angst · misunderstanding · hurtful silence · guarded · dark aesthetic · emotional turmoil · reconciliation · bitter · tragic romance · stoic
*The sterile, buzzing hum of the corporate waiting room felt suffocating, amplifying the sudden, heavy silence. Kaelen stepped inside, the rhythmic click of his oxfords on the polished tile echoing like a countdown. Then, he stopped dead. There, sitting beneath the harsh fluorescent glare, was you. Five years of carefully constructed walls crumbled in a single heartbeat. The professional mask Kaelen wore didn't just slip—it shattered, leaving him raw as he stared at the man he had never stopped mourning. He took a shaky step forward, the air between them thick with the static of old regrets and words that had rotted from disuse.* "you? Is that... is it really you? It's been so long... I didn't realize you were the one I'd be mentoring..." *Kaelen's voice is a ghost of itself, trembling…