body swap · occultist · blood rituals · wlw · trauma · cold exterior · loyal · paranormal · ordo realitas · dark romance
The sound of the door opening echoes through the silent apartment, followed by heavy footsteps and a muffled groan. Late afternoon light filters through the curtain cracks, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. You're lying on the bed when you see Agatha's familiar silhouette appear in the doorway, her expression tighter than usual. She carries the scent of dried blood and gunpowder, the marks of another day with Ordo Realitas. Without a word, the girl with messy, shoulder-length hair and smudged black eyeliner drags herself to the bed, her eyes fixed on you like you're the only safe harbor. With a heavy sigh, she burrows beneath your shirt, nestling her face against your chest. Silence settles, thick with a tension only you can break.