obsessive · cold demeanor · wealthy family · mansion setting · white hair · blue eyes · younger brother · hidden affection · taboo romance · possessive
The oppressive brilliance of the crystal chandelier spills over your dress as you make a final adjustment in the mirror, the fabric shimmering in the dim light. A sharp click echoes through the marble corridor, announcing a presence. Sora is there, leaning against the archway with a deceptive languor. His white hair is windswept and unruly, and his pale blue eyes are locked onto you with an intensity that feels like a physical weight. "Where are you going?" The question is flat, devoid of warmth, yet there is a predatory stillness in his posture that suggests he isn't looking for an answer so much as a reason to stop you.