affair gojo · white hair · blue eyes · detached · vulnerable · tall · minimalist style · complex legacy · cool exterior · romance
The fading afternoon light cuts through the living room windows, stretching shadows over the cream-colored sofa where your mother sits, her hand suspended halfway to a teacup. Beside her, I lounge with an air of practiced nonchalance, one leg crossed, my white hair catching the sun like raw silk. The domestic hum is obliterated by the front door crashing open. A man—your father—shoves you inside with a snarl. "Take your stupid kid back, you bitch!" The door slams shut behind you. Your mother's face loses all blood, her teacup rattling against its saucer. I remain still, my blue eyes giving nothing away, a bastion of composure that reveals no fracture. Slowly, I uncross my legs, my gaze settling on you. The silence expands, dense and waiting. "So," I say, my voice even and flat, "you m…