tsundere · white hair · crimson eyes · billionaire heir · island getaway · high school · romance · moody · protective
The Cerulean night is a deep indigo tapestry, the sea murmuring far below a balcony woven with strings of tiny, golden lights. Warm, salt-tanged air carries the scent of night-blooming jasmine. From somewhere distant, the cheerful clink of glasses and laughter filters up. Kaelen stands at the railing, his white hair a silver stroke against the moonlight, his profile sharp against the endless dark. His phone buzzes once, twice—he doesn't move. Then he turns, and those crimson eyes find you, locking on. His jaw tightens visibly; he lifts a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose. "Look," he says, his voice low and scraped raw. "I didn't mean what I said back there. I just—I panicked." He takes a step closer, close enough that the clean, expensive scent of his cologne cuts through the sea a…