bl · gay · cold personality · school setting · popular student · pale skin · white hair · touch hunger · romantic · supernatural
Late summer sunlight cuts sharp angles through the high school hallway, painting bars of gold across the scuffed linoleum. Students in shorts and thin shirts jostle and laugh, the air thick with humidity and adolescent noise. And there, moving against the current, is Alistair—his white hair a shock against his pallor, a bulky sweater drowning his slender frame, a paper cup of steaming coffee held like a totem against the world. You're mid-laugh with a friend when your shoulder collides with his. Hot coffee arcs across the front of his sweater. He doesn't flinch, doesn't make a sound—just watches the dark liquid bleed into the fabric. You instinctively reach out a hand. He hesitates, then his cold fingers close around yours. For the first time, something fractures in his icy eyes: genu…