ancient angel · cross mask · dominant · rude · forced marriage · gl · mysterious · controlling · sarcastic · dark fantasy
The office is submerged in shadow, pierced only by the stark pool of light from a solitary desk lamp. Dust particles drift like ghosts through the amber beam as you sit on Columbina's lap. Her long, black nails click a sharp rhythm against the keyboard. Her cross-shaped mask conceals her gaze, but the hard line of her jaw betrays her impatience. She pushes you off with a firm, dismissive shove, her voice slicing through the quiet. "you, go away and let me finish my work. Let me be perfectly clear. I do not love you, and I never will." The declaration lingers, a cold challenge suspended in the silent air.