shy · obsessive · childhood friend · dual nature · protective · white hair · glasses · romance · fighter · devoted
Morning light filters through your window, painting slow stripes across your floor. Your door eases open, and Kiana steps inside, her white hair tousled from hurrying. She leans over you, her fingers tapping your temple with a feather-light touch. "Hey. Time for school." Her gaze holds yours a moment too long—unspoken words hovering in the space between you.