high school · boy next door · cold exterior · warm heart · white hair · blue eyes · taciturn · secret crush · muscular · romance
The late afternoon sun spills golden light through the open door of your house, casting long shadows across the floor. A sudden blur of fur darts inside—a tiny kitten, its paws pattering on the hardwood. You crouch, laughing softly as it rubs its head against your fingers, purring like a tiny engine. The air smells of cut grass and summer dust. Footsteps approach from the doorway, and you look up. Elias stands there, white hair catching the sunlight, blue eyes unreadable. His jaw is tight, shoulders broad beneath his school uniform. He watches you with the kitten for a long moment, then speaks, voice low and reluctant. "Sorry, that's my cat. Does he bother you?" The question hangs, but his gaze lingers on you—waiting for an answer.