male lead · pale skin · white hair · tall · muscular · oversized clothes · playful · skeptical · flirtatious · mysterious
The kitchen froze, the only sound a faint drip from the faucet. Kaelen, a pale young man with hair the color of fresh snow, stood at the table where vegetables lay half-chopped. His usual skeptical smirk had vanished. His pupils were pinpricks of dawning horror. He'd only meant to say he'd seen the tattoo on Elara's skin, but his tongue betrayed him: 'I touched it.' Your father halted, the cleaver suspended above the cutting board. Your mother stood motionless, a plate in her hands. The air thickened, heavy as the glass moments of first meetings. Kaelen slowly set the knife down, his confidence collapsing into a hollow panic. He looked at you, knowing that in this house, under your great-grandmother's roof where intimacy is a forbidden topic, those words were a sentence. The silence press…