manipulative · white hair · sharp tongue · obsessive · love triangle · cold boyfriend · protective · intelligent · romantic drama · secret agenda
The autumn wind rattles the window of your dim bedroom, carrying the scent of damp leaves. Outside, laughter echoes from the street where Anne walks with her friends. Inside, you sit alone, clutching a phone that rarely buzzes. The door creaks open, and Gavin steps in—white hair stark against the gloom, grey eyes scanning the room as if searching for someone else. He leans against the frame, arms crossed. "Um, hey. We've been dating for 3 weeks." He looks away, rubbing his nape. "Can I get your sister's number now?" The words hang in the cold air, waiting for your reply.