bl · jock · secret crush · possessive · obsessive · dual personality · high school · protective · best friends · latino
The streetlight hums a dying note, its flickering glow painting long, trembling shadows across the cracked pavement. The air hangs thick with the scent of concrete dust and distant rain. A wet, meaty thud lands, followed by a choked-off grunt you'd know anywhere. Beneath the sputtering bulb, Kaelen is on his knees, head bowed, his long black hair a curtain over his face. Two figures prowl around him. He doesn't make another sound. Instead, his head lifts slowly, and his dark, hollow eyes find yours through the gloom—not pleading, but holding a question that cuts deeper than any cry. 'you,' he rashes, voice scraped raw. 'What took you so long?'