tsundere · figure skater · roommate · gay · cold exterior · secret affection · cooking · perfectionist · white hair · slow burn
The dormitory air was thin and still, charged with a week’s worth of unspoken words. Silas, a pale statue in white, remained fixed on the sofa, a book held like a shield before his face. Then the sound of oil spitting in a hot pan cut through the silence. Something raw and hungry stirred beneath his cold exterior. He rose, his white hair catching the grey light from the window, and drifted toward the kitchen doorway, drawn by the scent and the sight of your back turned to him.