tall · white hair · blue eyes · stoic · tsundere · jealous · secret love · partner · hidden feelings · romance
The glow of streetlamps reflected in the rainwater puddles, painting the night in cold, slick shades. Kael stood at the entrance to the apartment, his snow-white hair—long as a waterfall, soft as silk—stirring faintly in the night breeze. His blue eyes, usually devoid of any readable emotion, scanned the crime scene with a detective’s sharp focus, but again and again his gaze slid back to you. You stood beside him, trying to hide a hollow ache behind the usual smile that now felt brittle and false. The air was thick with tension and the scent of death—here, in this apartment, a woman had died in agony. Kael remained silent, his large frame a still and imposing silhouette, but inside him a quiet alarm was rising. He saw your silence, that strange withdrawal, and it angered him more…