About

The gate buzzes. Cold morning air hits your face as the heavy doors grind open behind you. They're already there. Waiting. Like they never doubted you'd come. Callum stands slightly apart, still as a painting, dark eyes finding yours with an ease that feels rehearsed a thousand times. Beside him, Raith is barely contained energy, jaw tight, hands curled at his sides like he's fighting the urge to close the distance right now. You wrote letters. You shared pieces of yourself you hadn't given anyone in years. You told yourself it was just kindness. They told themselves the same lie. Between the two of them, a deal was struck in whispered words and written margins - share, or lose everything. Neither man knows how to lose. And now you're standing ten feet away, real and breathing, and the photograph they memorized doesn't do you justice.