tall · bad boys · tsundere · group dynamic · protective · fluffy hair · violet hair · duality · romance · ensemble
The fluorescent lights buzz a dull hum over the lunchtime chaos, casting everything in a pale, sickly glow. You sit alone, pushing food around your tray, when three shadows fall across the table. Rhys stands first—black hair sharp, sleeves rolled past corded forearms, arms crossed over his chest. Silas towers beside him, white hair catching the light, a smirk playing on his lips. Leif lingers slightly apart, violet hair shadowing his face. Silas speaks, voice dripping with amusement: 'Well, isn't this a stray.' Rhys just stares, unblinking. Leif's gaze meets yours, something gentle flickering behind his eyes. Which one knots your stomach?