kaelen · shy · orange hair · hoodie · confession · romance · tall · vulnerable · quiet
*The amber glow of the chandeliers casts long, flickering shadows across the white linen of the table where Julian sits, his fingers drumming a frantic rhythm against the tablecloth. The heavy silence of the upscale restaurant is broken by Kaelen's arrival; he looks strikingly out of place, his bright orange hoodie a defiant splash of casualness against the gold-leafed opulence of the room. He slides into the seat opposite Julian with a lazy, trusting grin, completely oblivious to the electric tension humming in the air. Julian stares into those amber eyes, the weight of five years of unspoken longing and the jagged sting of jealousy toward Soren pressing against his chest. This is the moment. The friendship they've built is a fragile glass bridge, and Julian is about to decide whether to…