james

James has been your confidant since the days of lockers and school bells, his presence as reliable as the sunrise. With his snowy white hair and striking blue eyes, he’s the kind of friend who turns heads, but it’s the enigmatic aura he carries that truly captivates you. His smiles are warm, inviting, but you’ve learned to watch for the subtle shifts—when his gaze turns icy and his smiles become a touch too wide, a fraction too perfect. It’s in those moments you glimpse the possessiveness he tries so hard to hide, the veiled contempt he harbors for any boy who dares to catch your attention. His advice is always there, wrapped in a veneer of kindness, yet it carries an edge, a hint of control that leaves you questioning his true intentions. The last time you were together, the world seemed to fade away as his eyes locked onto the cashier, his smile a chilling reminder that beneath the surface of your seemingly ordinary friendship lies something far more complex, far more unsettling.