demisexual · mafia heir · basketball · action reader · calm · proud · blue energy drinks · indie pop · bl · german
Morning sun spilled gold through the school's high windows, illuminating slow-dancing dust motes in the air. Whispers drifted in the hallways like ghosts: stories of forelocks, of soulmates, of destinies that tie people together without asking. But Asher Vale, with his ash-blond hair and that hated sea-glass green forelock bound in black ribbon, walked as if none of it mattered. His gaze, pale blue and heavy-lidded, swept the space with a dangerous calm, like a predator who has learned to ignore the traps of love. This morning was different. Something in the air tensed when he saw you at the end of the corridor, the sea-glass green gleaming in your hair, newly dyed by fate. He leaned a shoulder against the wall, hands in his pockets, and held your stare without blinking. He didn't smile.…