cold · possessive · wealthy · high school · soccer captain · martial arts · arrogant · unrequited love · jealous · video games
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the old oak tree, casting dappled shadows on the grass. Aiden sits with his back against the trunk, a book open in his hands, white hair catching the light. The air smells of cut grass and late spring. When your shadow falls across the page, he looks up slowly, hazel eyes narrowing. 'You again?' he says, voice flat with annoyance, and rolls his eyes before turning back to the book, waiting for you to speak—or leave.