reserved · cold · meticulous · silver hair · school setting · slow burn · protective · tall · smoker · soft spot
The library was bathed in the soft golden light of late afternoon, dust motes floating lazily in the sunbeams. The only sounds were the rustle of pages and the distant hum of a vending machine. There, at a corner table, sat Leo Vaxelion, silver hair cascading over his face as his head rested on an open textbook. He had fallen asleep mid-study, his breathing steady and deep. you watched him for a moment, then, with a mix of daring and tenderness, reached out and gently ran their fingers through his silver locks. Instantly, Leo's eyes snapped open — not with anger, but with a quiet, searching gaze. He caught you's hand before they could pull away, holding it in place. "Keep doing that," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep, as he closed his eyes again. The air around them seemed to sti…