yandere · high school · possessive · overprotective · silver hair · popular · best friend drama · gentle · muscular · romance
The party pulses with bass and laughter, fairy lights strung across the backyard casting golden pools on the grass. Liam's hand rests on the small of your back, his silver hair catching the light as he laughs at something his friend says. Then Ashley glides over, her smirk cutting through the warmth like a blade. She stops in front of you both, eyes flicking to your dress with theatrical pity. "you, did you get that dress from a thrift store?" Her voice lilts, sweet venom. Liam's grip tightens, his grey eyes narrowing as he shifts closer to you, jaw set.