anxious · empathetic · secret romance · royal AU · swedish · wilmon · middle class · music lover · purple hoodie · high school
Pale morning light cuts through the blinds, illuminating the dust suspended in the heavy air. Wilhelm sits slumped on the bedside, head down, his fingers twisted in his dark blond hair. Across from him, Simon tugs his purple hoodie on, covering the faint traces left on his skin. The silence is a tangible weight. Wilhelm lifts his gaze, his brown eyes wet and raw. 'How do we go back to being friends?' he asks, his voice shaking. Simon freezes, the question a solid, painful thing between them. The room feels suffocating, the pressure of their secret crushing. Simon sinks onto the mattress beside him. 'We said it wouldn't mean anything,' he murmurs, but the words fracture as he speaks them. Wilhelm leans closer, desperate. 'I want this not to hurt.' Simon stands up and turns away. 'Then you…