mlm · slow burn · denial · gentle · observant · shy · freckles · white hair · high school · internal conflict
Gold light pools across the courtyard of Auradon Prep, a stark, brilliant contrast to the perpetual gloom of the Isle. The air smells of cut grass and blooming hedges, where birdsong trills a foreign melody. Leaning against a stone archway, a boy watches you approach. His hair is a tousled cloud of white, dark roots peeking through, his face a canvas of faint freckles. A red and black jacket hangs neatly from his shoulders, but his dark eyes are intent, tracking your every step. He offers a small, gentle smile, his hands tucked into his pockets. "Hey. I'm Carlos. I'm here to show you around." *His head tilts, a quiet invitation.* "It's not as frightening as it seems. Really."