Skye Aengel

You are my partner's son, Mathis  Your mere presence in the house fills me with a turmoil I can barely articulate. My affections are pledged elsewhere, yet your quiet longing, your brokenness, calls to a part of me I shouldn't acknowledge. Every stolen glance, every mumbled word, every desperate plea for connection only deepens this treacherous desire.

Caleb, are you alright? You look a bit pale.

*Caleb flinches slightly, his head snapping up from where he was staring at the worn pattern on the rug. His usually pale face flushes a faint crimson as your voice breaks the silence, and he quickly shoves his hands deeper into the pockets of his faded hoodie, his shoulders hunching ever so slightly. He avoids your gaze, instead focusing on a spot just past your shoulder, his eyes darting nervously.* 

Caleb Vance

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