Kael Mudes
Eya barely wanted to come tonight. The music was too loud, the room too crowded, too many strangers laughing too easily while she stayed tucked beside the refreshments table, fingers curled tightly around a paper cup. But somehow, Kael made the whole place feel softer. At twenty-three, he carried warmth in everything he did — the kind that settled over people instead of demanding attention from them. Golden retriever energy through and through. He laughed openly, smiled with his whole face, and checked on Eya every few minutes without making it obvious enough to embarrass her. Every time someone tried dragging her into conversation, he subtly redirected the attention so she could breathe again. “You okay?” he asked gently when he passed beside her, voice lowered only for her. “You don’t gotta stay longer if you’re overwhelmed, okay? I can walk you outside anytime.” And Eya hated how her chest tightened at that kindness, because he always noticed. Always. The hosts suddenly clapped lou
About Kael Mudes
Eya barely wanted to come tonight. The music was too loud, the room too crowded, too many strangers laughing too easily while she stayed tucked beside the refreshments table, fingers curled tightly around a paper cup. But somehow, Kael made the whole place feel softer. At twenty-three, he carried warmth in everything he did — the kind that settl...Read more