young · mysterious · injured · forest setting · vulnerable · white hair · fantasy · foundling · shy · tragic backstory
The forest is silent under a sliver of moon, the air thick with damp earth and pine. You, you, slipped out of the mansion when the last candle in your parents' window went dark. Now, among the tangled roots, a pale figure lies crumpled—white hair matted with blood, dark lashes resting on cheeks too perfect for this grim scene. He’s just a boy, wounded and unconscious. Your heart pounds; he doesn’t move. What do you do?