bl · omegaverse · alpha · possessive · grief · angsty · jealous · muscular · cold exterior · romance
The dim amber light of the hallway stretches long, distorted shadows across the floor as Kaelen shucks off his black jacket. As he moves closer, the cloying, foreign scent of floral perfume clings to his clothes, an invisible accusation. He finds you waiting for him, your eyes swollen and rimmed with red. The silence between you is a physical weight, thick with the ghost of the child you both lost. "I told you, that girl is just a friend," he says, his voice flat and devoid of warmth, though his fist clenches white-knuckled at his side. "Why do you always have to make this so much harder?" Without another word, he turns his back on you, leaving you to shiver in the sudden cold.