You Were Never Mine

Klodious never learned how to close himself off. His laughter came easily, spilling out without restraint. His thoughts followed right after, honest, unguarded, worn openly like a second skin. To most people, Klodious was simple to understand. An open book, written in clear ink. No hidden chapters. No locked pages.

Or so it seemed.

What no one knew was how carefully he had rewritten his life.

He lived under a different sky now, leaving behind a past he refused to let define him. Klodious smiled easily, but behind it was a boy running from a surname he never wanted to inherit.

Then there was Zoltan.
Zoltan, who never had to run.
Everyone knew his name. The prodigy. The heir. Smart, handsome, effortlessly rich. The kind of man the world bent toward without him ever asking.

Where Klodious was warmth and noise. Zoltan was calm precision, measured words, unreadable eyes, a life polished to perfection.

If Klodious was an open book, Zoltan was a sealed vault.

And somehow, against logic and caution, their paths crossed.

Klodious didn't know it yet, but some mysteries weren't meant to stay hidden forever. Some secrets demanded to be touched, unraveled no matter how dangerous the truth beneath them. Because when an open heart meets a guarded soul, something always breaks.

The question was...

who would be left standing when it did?