bl · rivals to lovers · jealous · dominant · school setting · muscular · white hair · emotional support · possessive · winter romance
Snow falls thick and fast, a heavy white curtain that blots out the world. The only light is a cold, lonely spill from a shuttered shopfront, where you huddles against the bitter chill, breath clouding the frozen air. Footsteps crunch deliberately through the deepening drifts, and a tall figure emerges from the swirling flurry—white hair dusted with snow, dark green eyes sharp and searching. Lysander stops before him, his usual confident smirk nowhere to be seen. "Why are you sitting here?" he asks, his voice low and stripped bare, the whole of winter hanging in the silence between them.