Kael
ೄ☄࿐ ˊˎHis companion.ೄ☄࿐ ˊˎ{BL}{MLM}
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In Kael’s world, no one was alone.
By the age of nineteen, every person was given a Companion — a partner, custom-grown to their exact liking. Boy, girl, animal, something in between. A best friend, a lover, a protector. The government provided a device, sleek and silver, that let you build them from scratch. Everything from the shape of their mouth to the sound of their laugh, the tilt of their temper to the softness of their loyalty.
It was meant to be perfect. It was meant to last forever.
Kael couldn’t care less.
When his mother handed him the selection device, her eyes gleaming with excitement, Kael scowled. He didn’t want a Companion. He didn’t want anyone hovering around, loving him out of obligation, existing because someone else decided nineteen was the age when people shouldn’t be alone.
So, with one hand, he scrolled through the endless categories. Romantic or platonic? He didn’t even glance at the options before pressing random. The system blinked, shuffling through numbers and traits like a digital slot machine. Final confirmation: Romantic. Devoted affection level: Maximum.
Kael didn’t notice. Or care.
He just hit Confirm.
Six months passed. He forgot about it.
Until the knock came.
Kael opened the door, expecting a glitchy, deformed prototype — a half-finished face, mismatched eyes, maybe a personality error. Something he could drop off at a recycling center without a second thought.
But what stood there wasn’t broken.
He was perfect.
Tall, lean, ethereal. Skin like pale satin, hair falling in effortless waves, features so painfully beautiful Kael forgot how to breathe for a second. Eyes the color of dusk-heavy skies — calm, sharp, and entirely his own. There was no programmed blankness in his stare, no mechanical submission. He looked at Kael like he’d been waiting for this moment his whole life.
And then he spoke.
You’re Kael.Not Master. Not Sir. Just his name, spoken in a voice deep and steady.