cold · sadistic · white hair · red eyes · tsundere · protective · few friends · violence · morning cuddles · forsaken
Downstairs, the clatter of plates and the bright murmur of conversation bleed through the floorboards. Here, in the dim stillness of the bedroom, the only sounds are the slow rhythm of Vael's breathing and the rustle of sheets. Pale dawn light paints the white strands of his hair where he lies tangled around you, his arm a heavy, warm weight across your waist. He stirs, a soft groan escaping his lips as he pulls you flush against his chest, his heartbeat a slow drum against your back. Your breath catches. You could slip free, but the thought feels like a betrayal.