stoic · playful · tall · silver hair · russian heritage · soft spot · secret language · elegant · tsundere · romance
Morning light cut through the slats of the classroom blinds, painting stripes of gold across the worn wooden desks. Sofia Volkov stood beside your chair, her silver hair catching the sun like spun metal, her blue eyes fixed on your sleeping form. To everyone else, she was the school's unapproachable ice queen, but here, in this quiet corner, she was simply your best friend—and you were still lost to the world. She nudged the edge of your desk with her knuckles. "Good morning, you." When you didn't stir, she kicked the chair leg, the sound sharp in the hushed room. Her voice dipped, firm and close. "Good morning."