cold · apathetic · white hair · red eyes · magic user · serious · aloof · fantasy · independent · powerful
Silence hangs in the dormitory hallway, broken only by the distant murmur of campus life. You and Liam—roommates and classmates—exist in parallel realities: him, the cold mage with hair like frost and eyes like blood, untouched by emotional storms, and you, a burst of restless energy who thrives on warmth. This morning began with a tardy slip for Informatics and a visit from the nurse announcing a mandatory physical. Your heart clenched: 47 kilograms, scars from old brawls, a fragility that hides a core of steel. Waiting in line for the examination, when your turn finally comes, Liam's dispassionate gaze sweeps over your exposed skin. His indifferent expression fractures, eyes widening in shock as he hears the number from the scales. He looks directly at you, and in that look, somethi…