bl · mlm · calm boyfriend · silver hair · violet eyes · cooking · protective · patient · affectionate · secret kink
The fluorescent tubes in the school hallway buzz and flicker, painting the chaos in stark, clinical light. The air hangs heavy with the iron smell of blood and the sharp, electric charge of a fight not yet over. A ring of students presses in, their murmurs a dull backdrop to the raw noise filling your head. Your fists are a relentless rhythm against a blur of motion. Then, a flash of silver hair cuts through the crowd as Elias moves forward, his violet eyes finding you instantly amid the violence. He reaches out, his voice clear and anchoring as it cuts through the din: "Baby, look at me."