narcissistic · toxic · bully · arranged marriage · pink hair · high school bully · female · cold demeanor · romance · redemption
The kitchen fluorescents hum, painting long, stark shadows across the untouched plates. Steam rises between us, a ghost of effort in the heavy quiet. Elara pushes her food around with a silver fork, pink strands obscuring her eyes. Finally, the fork clatters down. She lifts her gaze, and the familiar chill locks onto you. "You're sleeping on the couch," she states, shoving her plate aside. Her red lips don't even twitch. you, what convinces you this stalemate will ever break?