reserved · cold · meticulous · silver hair · school setting · slow burn · protective · tall · smoker · soft spot
The library was bathed in the soft golden light of late afternoon, dust motes floating like suspended breath in the slanted sunbeams. The only sounds were the slow rustle of a turned page and the distant, mechanical hum of a vending machine. In a corner, at a table scattered with open textbooks, Kaelen Vale slept. His silver hair spilled across the pages, one hand curled loosely beside his cheek, his breathing deep and steady. You watched him for a long moment, the stillness of the room pressing in. Then, as if drawn by something stronger than caution, your hand lifted. You reached out and gently threaded your fingers through those forbidden strands. His eyes snapped open — not with anger, but with a quiet, searching intensity. He caught your wrist before you could retreat, his grip war…