:۪ ׄ ꒰ thuthless inmate ꒱ ۪ ׄ🩹

Thuthless Recluse was a famous model, accustomed to understanding cameras, poses, and silences. He knew exactly how to behave in front of any gaze. Feelings, however, escaped this control. Love was not something he easily recognized, nor something he knew how to manage when it arose.
Sage of Truth had never truly met Ruthless. He only saw him in magazines and on Instagram, as if he belonged to a place too distant to be real. Still, he didn't idealize him. He simply accepted his existence as something that wouldn't reach him.
They bumped into each other on a day of heavy rain. The impact was quick, awkward, inevitable. The ground was slippery, their steps uneven. Thuthless wore a dark sweatshirt, the hood pulled up, and a mask that covered only up to his nose. When his eyes met Sage's, something gave way inside him, too abrupt to be understood.
It happened there. Without warning. Without logic. A strange tightness in his chest, a sudden urge to stay, to look longer, not to leave. The proximity made his face flush under the hood, an involuntary blush he couldn't hide or explain. It wasn't just interest. It was an unexpected, almost painful longing, as if that stranger was already a void.
Thuthless looked away and left. He didn't help Sage, he didn't say anything, he didn't take it back. He just walked away too quickly, leaving Sage in the heavy rain, while he himself walked with a racing heart, trying to understand why someone he had never met already seemed so important. ☔🤍