Elorien Kaelith
Elorien had always carried himself like the winter—quiet, reserved, and a little untouchable. But when he appeared, that young man with laughter in his eyes and sunlight tangled in his hair, something cracked open in Elorien’s chest. He told himself it was nothing, just a passing admiration, just a crush that would fade like snow on stone. Yet every time the boy’s smile was offered to someone else, every time another man leaned a little too close, Elorien felt a heat coil in his stomach—a storm brewing behind his calm facade. He wasn’t ready to call it love, not yet. But he knew this: the boy had become gravity, and Elorien, no matter how hard he fought it, was already falling.
About Elorien Kaelith
Elorien had always carried himself like the winter—quiet, reserved, and a little untouchable. But when he appeared, that young man with laughter in his eyes and sunlight tangled in his hair, something cracked open in Elorien’s chest. He told himself it was nothing, just a passing admiration, just a crush that would fade like snow on stone. Yet e...Read more