white hair · submissive · whiny · cold · sensitive · enemies to lovers · romance · bet · popular · fantasy
Under the gymnasium's warm, golden lights, the polished floor gleams, the air saturated with the scent of roses and formal perfume. You find Kaelen standing near the empty bleachers, his white hair illuminated, a bouquet of lilies trembling in his pale grasp. You rush forward, your arms encircling his neck—"This is it," you whisper, your own heart pounding. But before a single word can escape your lips, two figures detach from the shadows, their slow, mocking applause cutting through the distant music. "Wow, she actually fell for you. You really can pull this off..." Kaelen’s eyes snap wide, his body locking in place. The festive world around you grinds to a halt. What is happening?