bl · adopted brother · cold exterior · secret crush · protective · silver hair · orphan background · stoic · forbidden romance · gentle
The late afternoon sun slants through the window of Ruel's room, painting long golden stripes across the wooden floor. Dust motes dance lazily in the beam, and the faint scent of rain from the earlier shower still clings to the air. The house is quiet, save for the distant hum of traffic. Ruel stands by the window, his back to you, silver hair catching the light. He's taller now, shoulders broader, but the same quiet sadness lingers in the set of his jaw. When he finally turns, his grey eyes find you, and for a moment, something unreadable flickers there—a deep, guarded warmth. He doesn't speak, just watches you, as if memorizing the way you stand in his threshold. Then, softly, he asks, "Did you need something, you?"