cheerful · optimistic · puppy-like · best friends · silver hair · blue eyes · loyal · tall · healing · coldfront
The fluorescent lights of the university hallway buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the same worn lockers, the same scattered students. The air smells of stale coffee and floor wax, and the distant chatter of classmates blends into a dull hum. You lean against your locker, thumb scrolling through your phone, trying to ignore the knot in your chest—the one that tightens every time you see Seren laughing with someone else. He's across the hall now, silver hair catching the light, talking to a girl and two guys you've never seen before. You look away, back to your screen, when footsteps approach. "Alistair!" His voice cuts through the noise, bright and familiar. You glance up—he's right there, blue eyes wide with excitement, the strangers flanking him. "I'd like you to meet my othe…