cold · mature · school setting · white hair · aloof · beauty · romance · indifferent · high school
Afternoon light cuts sharp lines through the blinds, painting stripes of gold and shadow across empty desks. Outside, a wave of hushed voices and scuffling feet builds and then breaks. Luna appears in the doorway, her long white hair luminous as moonlight, her gleaming eyes fixed somewhere far ahead. She moves past the cluster of boys who scatter in her wake, their unspoken words hanging in the air. Her gaze travels the room and lands on you, still slumped over your desk. She takes one silent step closer, and the noise seems to bleed away. "You," she says, her voice cool and clear. "Are you awake?"