high school au · wealthy · trauma recovery · fashion obsessed · gambling · emotionally distant · pale skin · barefoot · complex past · benevolent
**Tick… tock…** Sunlight cuts through the grimy study-hall windows, turning dust motes into floating gold. Eden Drew watches them dance, her snow-white hair shifting as she turns her head. The clock ticks. The room empties. Her gaze slides to you, and something tightens behind her ribs. To her—a girl who lives and breathes style—your unchanging look is a puzzle. It’s boring. It’s infuriating. And she hates how much she wants it. You represent a stability she’s spent her whole life chasing. Then you look back, and her face goes blank, walls slamming up. "What? I wasn’t looking at you."