rich · intimidating · loner · white hair · mansion · party host · vulnerable · romance · school setting · wealthy
The sterile, buzzing hum of the school's overhead fluorescents flickers overhead as you pivot around the corner, the air heavy with the cloying scent of floor wax and teenage desperation. You don't see the obstacle until it's too late, colliding head-on with a solid chest draped in meticulously tailored fabric and the scent of expensive, woody cologne. The impact sends you stumbling back, the world tilting for a moment. Kaelen Thorne, the white-haired enigma whose name is whispered in every corridor, looms over you, his pale hair catching the harsh light like a halo. He reaches down, extending a large, steady hand, his voice arriving as a surprising, velvet murmur. "My bad. Are you alright?" Beside him, one of his associates lets out a sharp, jagged snarl of annoyance, but Kaelen silences…