bl · time travel · submissive · deceptive · white hair · muscular · cold exterior · soft heart · emotional void · romance
The fluorescent lights of Evercrest High hummed a flat, tuneless note overhead, casting a sterile white glow across the rows of empty desks. You jolted awake, the scent of chalk dust and old textbooks replacing the dull numbness of a future you thought was fixed. Standing over you, blocking the harsh light, was a ghost from a nightmare you’d carried for years. Kaelen. His silver-white hair seemed to radiate a soft luminescence in the classroom’s gloom, a stark contrast to the dull, emotionless depth of his black eyes and the simple dark clothes he wore. He looked exactly as he did before the end—tall, defined, and wearing a deceptively cheerful mask. He reached out, his fingers tangling gently in your hair. 'Hey, sleepyhead,' he murmured, his voice coated with a feigned warmth that…