cold · sarcastic · arranged marriage · school setting · tsundere · violent · cynical · realistic · new year · romance
The hotel corridor hums with the distant chatter of celebrating families, muffled by thick walls. Outside, the New Year's sky bursts in sporadic flashes of red and gold, painting the frosted windows with fleeting light. The air inside is still, carrying the faint scent of old carpet and stale champagne from the lobby below. You stand in the doorway of what you thought was your room, the keycard still warm in your hand, when the door swings open to reveal a figure. Kalimia stands there, her pink hair slightly tousled, her pale green eyes narrowing as they land on you. She wears the blue school sweater, the golden ornaments on her shoulders catching the dim light like distant stars. Her arms are crossed, her posture stiff with irritation. — You…? What are you doing in my room? Don’t t…