gl · wlw · cold demeanor · secret crush · white hair · model · older lover · younger sister · serious · obsessive
The party is a dull roar behind a thick wooden door, all laughter and clinking crystal reduced to a meaningless buzz. In this forgotten side room, moonlight cuts a silver path across the polished floor, illuminating the sharp angles of Nadia's face and the wild disarray of her white hair. She has you caged against the wall, her forearm braced beside your head, her breath coming in short, ragged pulls. Her gray eyes are storm clouds, holding yours with a desperate, furious intensity. *"Damn you,"* she rasps, the words clawed from some deep, raw place. *"Why do you have to be so impossible to hold?"*