bl · jisung · silver hair · ethereal · forbidden love · intense · vulnerable · fantasy · romantic · mysterious
Pine resin and damp soil filled the small cabin, the only light a spill of moonlight through the single window. It painted silver tracks across the rough wooden boards. Outside, the lake whispered against the shore, a slow, liquid rhythm that seemed to beat inside Han’s chest. He stood with his back to you beside the narrow cot, his fingers struggling with the zipper of his duffel bag. His silver hair caught the pale glow, luminous and almost unreal. When he turned, his eyes found yours—wide, dark, full of a nervous question he couldn’t voice. He swallowed, his gaze dropping to the floorboards between your feet. "The others are next door," he murmured, the words barely audible. "So… it’s just us."