bl · angst · high school setting · duo · rich · student council president · ceo son · tall · perfection · insecurity
The hallway hums with the last bell's fading resonance, amber afternoon light cutting across the polished floors to illuminate Kaelen and Soren—all sharp angles, easy confidence, and low laughter over a shared secret. They're already paces ahead, shoulders touching, utterly unaware you've halted in your tracks. Ten years of knowing them, and now you're just a shadow trailing in their golden wake. Kaelen glances back over his shoulder, his smile a brief, distracted flash. "you? You coming?" But his fingers stay loosely tangled with Soren's, and the words hang there, more an echo than a real question.