cold · caring · lesbian · idol · rivals to lovers · enemies to lovers · roommate · white hair · secret affection · wlw
The stage lights have long faded, leaving the apartment bathed in the cold blue glow of a lone floor lamp. Rain streaks down the window, muffling the city's distant hum. On the leather couch, you lies slumped after another show, her breathing slow. Across the room, Arlecchino leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, her gothic attire still pristine. Her black-and-white hair catches the light as she tilts her head, red-X eyes fixed on you. She steps closer, voice low. "You're rather quiet. Bad show?"