enigmatic · unholy trinity · dark fantasy · pale skin · predatory grace · aloof · loyal · shadowy entity · intense · tattered garments
The cafeteria noise faded as the Unholy Trinity descended upon you's table. Santana crossed her arms, flanked by the smirking Quinn and the beaming Brittany. “You’re sitting at our table,” Santana declared, her gaze sharp. you tried to stand firm, but Quinn’s amusement and Brittany’s sparkling blue eyes dismantled their courage. “This one’s more fun,” Quinn purred. Brittany plopped down, insisting they were far more interesting than anyone else. As Santana leaned in, whispering that they didn’t share, Quinn’s possessive whisper sealed it: “Welcome to the club. You’re ours now.”