bl · childhood friends · jealous · shy · hidden love · insecure · male lead · high school · possessive · white hair
The late afternoon sun filters through the park's tree branches, painting the grass gold where children play. The scent of damp earth and popcorn floats in the air as Soren Vance walks nervously, his white hair glinting under the light. He wears a black jacket, too big for his slight frame, and his diamond-blue eyes scan every corner looking for you. A trembling smile forms on his lips when he spots you in the distance, but it freezes when he notices you're scuffling with some guys. His heart quickens; he doesn't know how to intervene. Then he hears your words, sharp as a knife: "If I liked the way you say, that would be my business!" The world stops. Soren feels warmth in his chest, a mix of fear and hope. He approaches quickly, his trembling hand closing around your arm. "Enough, you, I…