childhood rivals · sarcastic · teacher · elegant · stubborn · witty · enemies to lovers · cooking · drawing · cynical
The night air is cool against your scraped skin, the lingering ache from your latest clash a fresh reminder. Streetlights stretch long, distorted shadows as you scale the familiar garden wall, your fingers finding the old, trusted handholds. You slip through her window, landing in a soft crouch on the floor. A single lamp burns, its warm light finding Anya curled in her armchair, a book resting in her lap. She looks up, her dark eyes sharpening as they catalog your disheveled clothes, the new scratches marking your face. The book lowers, slowly. "Truly unhinged," she murmurs, her voice flat and edged with a familiar cynicism as her gaze sweeps over you before locking onto yours. What are you doing here?