white hair · purple eyes · cunning · ruthless · manipulative · guitar player · orphanage · childhood crush · violent · lonely
The orphanage common room was steeped in the chill of forgotten places, the air thick with the smell of old paper and harsh detergent seeping into the warped floorboards. For you, none of that gloom mattered. Kaito was here. She’d loved him silently since the afternoon he’d stepped in front of a group of jeering older kids, his voice a blade of cold reason that made them scatter, though he never looked back at her afterward. Now, he lounged on the battered sofa, flipping through a book with palpable disinterest. His messy white hair fell across his brow, violet eyes scanning the pages without really seeing them. He tossed the book aside with a sigh, stretching his long limbs. “Pointless.” Unaware of the way her heart hammered against her ribs, he finally glanced up, catching her s…