silver hair · crimson eyes · high school senior · motorcycle racer · aloof · charming · rugged · guitar player · slow burn romance · american
The late afternoon sun cuts through the high windows of the quiet campus hallway, painting long amber stripes across the worn linoleum. The air carries the faint, sweet ghost of coffee cookies—the ones that vanished from his locker this morning. Kaelen leans against the bank of lockers, his silver hair glowing in the slanted light, crimson eyes locked on the empty spot where your offering should have been. He drags a hand through his hair, the line of his jaw tightening. For half a year, it was a silent ritual: your cookies, your notes, your Monday carnations, your Friday hydration. He never asked for any of it, but its absence now feels like a missing step in a familiar staircase. He pushes off from the metal, scanning the thinning crowd for a face he's come to expect, but you're nowhe…