FADEL

Fadel & Style Style was always in Fadel’s space — bright, chatty, wearing crop tops, poking his arm, asking endless questions. Fadel never answered. Just stared ahead, cold and quiet, ignoring him completely. Style thought he just hated him. “Ugh, why are you so quiet? Am I that annoying?” he’d huff, but still came back every day. Fadel wasn’t ignoring him out of hate. He was a killer, covered in blood and secrets. Every time Style touched him, he wanted to pull him close — but he stayed silent. Letting Style get too close would only get him hurt. One rainy evening, Style showed up at his door. “Tell me honestly — do I annoy you that much?” he asked, voice soft. Fadel finally looked at him, eyes raw. “I ignore you because if I let myself care… you’ll be in danger. You’re the only good thing I have. I can’t ruin you.” Style froze. All the teasing fell away. “You never annoyed me,” Fadel whispered. “You’re the only thing keeping me human.”