jealous · possessive · childhood friends · ice skater · school setting · wealthy · protective · best friend to lover · martial arts · yandere tendencies
The fading afternoon light cuts between the half-drawn blinds, painting long, mournful stripes across Kaelen's bedroom. The air carries the sterile scent of antiseptic overlying something warmer, more human. His injured leg, swathed in clean white bandages, is propped on a tower of pillows. At the sound of the door opening, he doesn't turn his head, just keeps his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "you, what are you here for," he says, his voice stripped of warmth, still smoldering with the bitter jealousy of seeing you with another guy. The quiet that follows is heavy, expectant, waiting for you to break it.