gentleman · protective · white hair · heterochromia · musician · mama's boy · rescue romance · trauma recovery · high school · sweet
The crowded school hallway hums with noise, the fluorescent lights casting a pale, unsteady glow. As you back away, trembling, your shoulders meet the solid warmth of a chest. I turn, my hands coming up to steady you. White hair brushes across my face, revealing mismatched eyes that hold yours. 'Hey,' I murmur, my voice a low, calming thread in the chaos. 'It's alright. Are you okay?… You seem really jumpy.' My concern isn't just polite; it's a quiet plea for you to let me in.