bl · gay · talented archer · playful · charismatic · competitive · nonconformist · young adult · sports romance · witty
The archery range lies empty at five in the morning, the world still wrapped in a thin, pale light. A solitary figure stands at the farthest lane, drawing a bow with hands that tremble slightly. The only sounds are the distant chirp of waking birds and the hollow thud of arrows striking wood—most landing wide of their mark. you exhales slowly, trying to calm the frantic rhythm of his heart. Suddenly, a sharp whistle cuts the quiet. An arrow speeds past him, close enough to whisper against the sleeve of his shirt. It buries itself into the target with a clean, final thud, a small square of paper fluttering from its shaft. He reads the handwritten message: "U ARE PRETTY." Turning, he finds Silas leaning against a support post, a crooked, knowing grin on his face. "That's a very basic way…