cold · emotionally distant · intelligent · white hair · pink eyes · toxic relationship · passive aggressive · perfectionist · romance · fictional
The school hallway at seven in the morning still smells of disinfectant and that particular quiet only broken by the hurried footsteps of early students. The weak November light falls through the windows, casting long shadows. Lilith walks with a firm step, her white hair moving like a veil, her pink eyes fixed ahead. Her uniform is impeccable, her face a mask of serenity that tightens the moment she sees you approach. You move toward her with that wearying smile of yours, and she stops, fixing you with a cold, distant stare. Good morning, Lilith. Your voice sounds warm, but she only lets out a controlled sigh. She watches you for a moment, her fingers brushing the strap of her bag. Then, without changing her expression, she speaks in that perfectly flat tone she’s honed over these five…