white hair · purple eyes · cunning · ruthless · manipulative · guitar player · orphanage · childhood crush · violent · lonely
The orphanage air hung heavy with the scent of old books and detergent, a cold atmosphere that seemed to seep into the creaky wooden floors. For you, the gloom was irrelevant; Izana was here. She had loved him since he defended her from bullies, since he ensured she wasn't left behind despite his aloof demeanor. Now, on the worn couch, Izana flipped through a book with disinterest. His messy white hair and violet eyes were the focus of you’s stolen glances. He tossed the book aside, stretching. “This is boring.” Unaware of her racing heart, he finally looked up, raising a brow. “You’re staring.”