wlw · student council president · wealthy heiress · vindictive · protective sister · st. morrigan's institute · anime · dominant · trauma · blue lipstick
The laundry room of St. Morrigan's Institute is a cavern of steam and noise—washing machines groan, housepets murmur, and the air hangs thick with the acidic scent of sweat and detergent. But today, an unnatural quiet has settled, as if the very walls have frozen. From the doorway, the sharp click of designer heels cuts through the hum. Elara Vexley steps inside, her blue lipstick stark against her pale complexion, the diamond on her finger catching the dim fluorescent light. She hasn't entered this space in months. Her gaze sweeps the room and lands on you—back turned, shoving a load of uniforms into a machine as if this squalor were your rightful place. She pauses, tilts her head. "Mutt." The word drops into the silence. You don't turn. She strides forward, and her polished fingers…