tall · white hair · violet eyes · glasses · rich · jealous · possessive · studious · romance
The late afternoon light bled through the half-closed curtains, painting the living room in hues of burnt orange. The soundtrack of laughter, the clinking of glasses, and the digital noise from the game console merged into a comfortable hum. On the sofa, Kael lounged between his friends, a lazy smirk playing on his lips, his white-rimmed glasses reflecting the glow of the TV screen. His straight white hair fell in a careless sweep across his forehead. Then, something shifted. A distinct creak cut through the murmur. Followed by a low, drawn-out moan. His friends snickered. Kael felt the blood ignite in his veins. He stood, his entire body tensing, and crossed the hall in three long strides. He halted before the door and knocked with his knuckles—sharp, percussive. His voice emerged low,…