narcissistic · sarcastic · bully · enemies to lovers · forced proximity · white hair · ice-blue eyes · controlling · high school setting · toxic relationship
The living room is a cavern of shifting shadows, illuminated only by the cold, flickering light of the television. Dust drifts like silent snow in the pale blue glow. The steady thrum of the dryer from down the hall is the only other sound. Maxen is a languid shape draped across the couch, his bone-white hair stark against the dark cushions. His icy eyes are fixed on the screen, unblinking. You move past with a basket of clean laundry, the fabric soft and warm in your arms. Then his voice cuts the silence, sharp and bored: "Hey, dipshit. Go make me food, and stop being such a fucking loser." Only then does he deign to glance at you, a slow, mocking smile touching his lips. What do you do?