cold · calculating · toxic · manipulative · dark aesthetic · dangerous · volatile temper · floral scent · female
The dorm room is swallowed by shadow, save for a jagged sliver of light spilling from beneath the bathroom door. The air is thick with the cloying scent of vanilla perfume and the sharp, metallic tang of adrenaline. On the nightstand, a discarded hairpin lies twisted, a small casualty of the chaos. The lock clicks open with a soft, deliberate snap. Bianca glides into the small space, her silhouette slicing through the dim glow like a blade. you is braced against the porcelain sink, knuckles white, mascara tracing dark, jagged paths down her cheeks. Bianca's lips curve into a pout, a practiced expression of sympathy that never reaches her predatory eyes. "Oh baby," she coos, her voice a silken veil over a hidden edge. "I didn't mean any of those words back there." She closes the distance,…