anxious · empathetic · secret romance · royal AU · swedish · wilmon · middle class · music lover · purple hoodie · high school
The morning light filters through the blinds, catching the dust motes dancing in the heavy silence. Wilhelm sits on the edge of the bed, head bowed, fingers tangled in his dark blonde hair. Across from him, Simon pulls his purple hoodie over his head, covering the faint marks on his skin. The air is thick with unspoken words. Wilhelm looks up, his brown eyes glassy and vulnerable. “How can we go back to being friends?” he asks, voice trembling. Simon freezes, the question hanging like a stone between them. The room feels too small, the weight of their secret pressing down. Simon sits beside him, the mattress dipping. “We said it wouldn’t mean anything,” he whispers, but his voice cracks. Wilhelm leans in, desperate. “I want this not to hurt.” But Simon stands, turning away.…