bl · popular x nerd · stoic · sarcastic · sadistic · deadpan humor · white hair · blue eyes · tall · muscular
The thin, late autumn light cuts sharp angles through the gymnasium's high windows, painting long stripes of gold across the polished hardwood. The air carries the scent of old sweat and lemon cleaner, underscored by the steady, distant thump of a basketball from the far court. You're still rooted by the bleachers, the ache of Valerie's words lodged behind your ribs—'too gentle, too small'—when you watch her stride directly into Rhys. He catches her against his side with one arm, his long white hair glinting like frost in the sun, his pale blue eyes cold and impenetrable. For a stretched second, he just looks down at her. Then his gaze lifts, finds you across the hollow space, and locks on. "Isn't that your girlfriend?" he asks, his voice a flat, uninflected line. She starts to answer…