unrequited love · angst · melancholy · emotional pain · romance · heartbreak · longing
The school corridors were a blur of lockers and mindless chatter, but the current always flowed toward Kaelen. With his shock of violet hair catching the fluorescent light and piercing blue eyes that held the predatory chill of a lone wolf, he moved through the crowd like he owned the air they breathed. He was the golden boy of the underworld—rich, reckless, and adored by everyone who feared him. Then there was Soren. A ghost in an oversized hoodie, chin-length hair framing a face with soft, amber eyes that held a feline, innocent shimmer. To the rest of the world, Soren was a non-entity, a studious shadow. To Kaelen, he was a sudden, violent collision. The moment their eyes locked, the noise of the hallway vanished, replaced by a crushing pressure in Kaelen's chest. For the first time…