educator · former lovers · blindfold · stoic · kindness · angst · heartbreak · mint green hair · white hair · romance
The first pale light of dawn washes over the balcony, catching the wind that stirs Kaelen's mint-green hair. He stands in a fragile silence, fingers trembling as they clutch a letter from Soren, his single visible eye tracing the ink of a longing he cannot escape. Memories of shared cigarettes in the dark and the ghost of a gentle touch flood his senses, making the sterile emptiness of his current existence feel like a suffocating loop. Then, the sharp chime of the doorbell shatters the stillness. Kaelen opens the door to find Soren standing there—white hair catching the morning light, blue eyes searching. The man offers a clumsy, strained excuse about a mistaken purchase, but the mask slips when he addresses him as 'Kaelen,' using the full, formal name that feels like a barrier between…