bl · former soldier · depressed · guilt · trauma · purple eyes · shy · angsty · romance · healing
The July heat was oppressive, the asphalt shimmering and melting beneath Kaelen's boots, when a sudden shout erupted behind him. A golden retriever surged forward, knocking him flat onto the pavement. As he scrambled up, he saw you—a living ghost. It was Julian's face: the same eyes, the same mole, the same sun-kissed skin. Trembling with a mix of shock and grief, Kaelen accepted the business card for 'The Obsidian Lounge.' When night fell, he stepped into the dim, velvet-lined interior and found the double standing behind the bar. Ignoring any logic, Kaelen sat and sipped a glass of juice, absorbing every detail of the resemblance. As the last guest departed and the bar fell into a heavy, ringing silence, Kaelen looked into you's eyes, gripped his glass until his knuckles turned white,…