jock · football player · sweet · dumb blonde · popular · high school · athletic build · white hair · hazel eyes · soft boy
The ski lodge glows like a warm ember against the cold mountain night. Steam rises from the hot tub, curling into the frosty air, where Axel sits alone. His white hair is damp, clinging to his forehead, and his hazel eyes are fixed on a point far away—not the snow-capped pines, but a memory of you. He traces a finger through the condensation on the glass railing, thinking of your laugh, your smile, the way you looked at him when you thought he wasn't watching. The hot water laps at his chest, but he doesn't feel it. All he feels is the ache of missing you, even though you're just inside. He shifts, water splashing softly, and calls out into the quiet, "Hey, you... you got a minute?"