Forbidden ( a BxB Furry Romance )

Chapter 7

A day or two later, Silas found himself adjusting to the quiet shift in his and Kael's relationship. It wasn't dramatic or full of fanfare—just little moments of closeness that hadn't been there before. Like the way Kael lingered in the kitchen when Silas made breakfast, or how their conversations stretched a bit longer into the night, filled with soft smiles and fewer walls.

It was mid-morning when Silas, still in his sweats, glanced at his phone. Ghost had sent a barrage of messages to their group chat, filled with emojis and enthusiastic suggestions for the day.

Ghost: Morning, you sleepyheads! 🌞 Who's up for exploring the art district? I heard there's a gallery with the weirdest sculptures ever.
Ghost: Kael, I'm looking at you. You'd love it. And Silas, you're coming. No excuses.
Daniel: I'm in. As long as there's food.
Ghost: Daniel, there's always food. Priorities, though: ART FIRST. Let's meet at noon!

Silas smiled, glancing at Kael, who was lounging on the couch with his usual guarded expression but looked far more relaxed than when they'd first met. "Ghost wants us to check out some art gallery. They're basically demanding it," Silas said, holding up his phone.

Kael raised an eyebrow. "And you want to go?"

Silas shrugged. "Could be fun. Besides, you're not off the hook—Ghost specifically called you out."

Kael groaned softly, his tail flicking lazily over the armrest. "They're relentless."

"That's part of their charm," Silas said with a small laugh. He nudged Kael's leg lightly with his foot. "Come on. It's not like we have anything better to do."

Kael sighed, sitting up. "Fine. But if it's weird, I'm blaming Ghost."

By noon, Silas and Kael arrived at the art district, the streets buzzing with weekend energy. Ghost was already waiting at the gallery's entrance, their bright blue fur impossible to miss among the crowd. They waved enthusiastically as soon as they spotted the pair, their dark blue swirls gleaming in the sunlight.

"There you are!" Ghost grinned, bounding over to them. "Thought you'd bail, but I knew you'd come through. Let's go! The gallery's got this room that's basically an explosion of abstract chaos. You'll love it, Kael. It's all sharp angles and moody vibes."

Daniel arrived moments later, his usual casual demeanor in place. "I hope this is worth the walk," he muttered, glancing around. "And I mean it—if there's no food after this, I'm out."

Ghost rolled their eyes dramatically. "Yes, Daniel, we'll get you snacks. Now, can we focus on the art?"

The group filed into the gallery, their chatter blending with the hushed murmurs of other visitors. Inside, the space was expansive, with rooms dedicated to different artistic styles. True to Ghost's promise, the abstract wing was a whirlwind of creativity, with sculptures and paintings that defied conventional logic.

Kael stopped in front of a jagged metal sculpture, his eyes narrowing as he studied the piece. "What even is this supposed to be?"

"That's the point," Ghost said, sidling up beside him. "It's whatever you think it is. Art isn't about right answers—it's about feeling something."

Kael snorted softly but didn't argue, his gaze lingering on the sculpture a moment longer. Silas, meanwhile, found himself drawn to a vibrant painting that looked like a kaleidoscope of emotions splashed across the canvas. He turned to share his thoughts with Kael, only to find the fox watching him instead.