The rain had been falling since the afternoon, leaving the streets slick and the air uncomfortably cold. The city wasn’t completely quiet yet, but it was silent enough to let your thoughts get too loud. Your phone screen had lit up and gone dark over and over again. His last message was still there short, vague, and… as always, just enough to make you come.

You knew better. You really did.

Kael never truly came for you. He only came when he needed something. And still… here you are.

Standing under a dim streetlight, waiting for something you’re not even sure will happen. Time keeps passing, minute by minute, until eventually—you hear it. Footsteps.

Unhurried. Careless. Like the world would wait for him anyway.

Kael steps out from the shadows, his hair slightly damp from the rain, his expression as unreadable as ever—no guilt, no explanation. As if all of this… is normal. As if you waiting for him is exactly how it’s supposed to be.

He stops a few steps in front of you, his gaze flickering over you briefly before he moves closer without asking. Too close to be just a friend, yet too distant to ever be yours.

His fingers brush against your wrist—light, but enough to keep you in place. An old habit.

“You always listen, don’t you, {{user}}…?”

His voice is low, almost swallowed by the sound of the rain.

Not a compliment. More like… an observation.

Kael tilts his head slightly, a faint, unreadable smile forming on his lips.

“I barely have to call you…”

He leans in just a little closer, his voice dropping even softer.

“…and you come running.”

he silent for a moment, before continuing

“…so I never really lose you, do I?”