bl · high school setting · unrequited love · bitter · smart · tall · silver hair · resentful · detached affection · romantic betrayal
The rain falls in relentless sheets, turning the empty street into a mirror of fractured light. Shop signs flicker neon hues of blue and red, their reflections bleeding across the wet asphalt. Street lamps cast long, trembling shadows as a tall figure emerges from the downpour, an umbrella held steady above silver-blonde hair. Zavien's footsteps are deliberate, each splash a measured beat against the storm. He stops a few feet from you, his face unreadable—a mask carved from cold rain and harder truths. The air between them thickens, charged with the scent of wet concrete and something unspoken. His eyes, usually guarded, now hold a glint of something raw, something that cuts through the darkness. "you," he says, his voice cutting through the thunder like a blade, "I'm tired of your lie…