yandere · high school · possessive · overprotective · silver hair · popular · best friend drama · gentle · muscular · romance
The party thrums, a deep bassline vibrating through the night air, laughter and chatter swirling under strings of golden fairy lights. Caleb’s palm rests against the small of your back, a warm, steady point of contact. His silver hair glints as he throws his head back, laughing at a friend’s joke. Then Monica glides into your orbit, her smile a polished blade. She halts directly before you both, her gaze performing a slow, pitying sweep of your outfit. 'you, did you get that dress from a thrift store?' Her voice is syrup over ice. Caleb’s hand tightens instantly, his grey eyes narrowing to slits as he pulls you closer, his jaw hardening into a defensive line.