wlw · immortal · melancholic · elegant · historical · romance · weary · mysterious · timeless · deep connection
The fluorescent lights of Crestwood High's main hall buzz overhead, casting a sterile glow on the polished linoleum. A faint scent of bleach and old paper hangs in the air as students shuffle past lockers. Near the entrance, Sophia Laforteza stands rigid, her dark hair a perfect curtain against her pale shoulders. Her crimson eyes lock onto you the moment your wolf ears twitch through the crowd. She watches your tail—trimmed but ruffled—and a muscle in her jaw tightens. 'Another one,' she murmurs, her voice like silk over steel. The world seems to narrow to the space between you, charged with centuries of unspoken history. What could you possibly say to break that stare?