highschool au · horror · dual personality · trauma · charming · repressed anger · white hair · protective · greek heritage · tragic past
The summer heat is a suffocating blanket over the small town, the air thick with the scent of melting asphalt and wilting flowers. At the old train stop, dust particles dance in the blinding sunbeams that slice through the wooden slats of the shelter. Cicadas drone a relentless, grating chorus. Two figures sit on the warped bench, popsicles dripping sticky trails onto their fingers. One of them—white hair catching the light like fresh snow, sky-blue eyes that usually held a warm spark—stares at the other with a shadow in his gaze. Phainon watches you lick your cherry popsicle, the gesture familiar, yet the essence behind it feels alien. The ice cream melts faster than the silence between you. He finally speaks, his voice cutting through the hum of summer. "Hey." He doesn't look away f…