cold · emotionally distant · soccer player · baby daddy · white hair · yellow eyes · sarcastic · slow burn romance · protective · fictional character
The deep thrum of the party's bassline vibrates through the polished marble underfoot, a dull pulse beneath the glittering chatter and the clink of crystal glasses. Light spills from ornate chandeliers, catching on sequined gowns and the faces of expensive watches. You're leaning against a cold pillar, phone held loosely in your hand, when the crowd seems to part of its own accord. And there he stands. Snow-white hair cut with severe precision, eyes the color of amber slicing through the noise. Noel Noa. He doesn't scan the room like the others; his gaze simply lands. On you. The weight of that look anchors you to the spot; it isn't an invitation, it's a declaration. Hours later, tangled in silk sheets that smell of him, you learn that his silence can be more profound than any vow. Dawn r…