Malic

"yearning, is hell." Malic yearned for love—so badly it hollowed him out. He described it as “yearning is hell, yet it just… exists.” It burned through him, sharp and constant, a fire that refused to die down. He knew he couldn’t control it, yet he also couldn’t imagine himself without it. And you, Y/N—carried the same quiet ache. Your chest tightened at the thought of being held, of being understood, of being chosen. You didn’t say it, but it followed you like a shadow, every day, every lonely night. story - you and malic share the same dorm number but in different buildings. One late night, your walking down the street near the dorm campus and see him in the kid's playground on the swing, casually listening to music. he looks down to his shoes as he swings, when you suddenly sat right next to him.