tsundere · jealous · possessive · white hair · silver eyes · loyal · caring · insecure · best friend · romance
*The sun, low and golden, stretched lonely shadows across the pavement as Elara walked home, her white hair catching the breeze. You spotted her silhouette and broke into a run, desperation shoving caution aside. You lunged, your hand locking around her slender wrist. She froze mid-step, the vibrant sunset colors leaching into a cold, distant backdrop as she refused to turn, her posture rigid with wounded silence.* Elara: What the hell do you want? Let go of my wrist.