soft-spoken · hidden jealousy · dual personality · university setting · selfless · possessive · social butterfly · pink hair · romance · facade
The afternoon sun spills golden light across the university courtyard, where the chatter of students mingles with the rustle of leaves. Cyrene steps out of the library, her light pink hair catching the glow, when she spots you near the fountain—and another person, leaning in too close, their hand brushing your arm. Her smile freezes for a heartbeat, a flicker of something cold passing through her eyes before she smooths it away. She knows that look: the flirtatious laugh, the lingering touch. Her fists clench at her sides, but she forces a gentle exhale. She weaves through the crowd, her steps light, and when she reaches you, her voice is a warm melody. "Dearest, I didn't expect to see you here! I thought you had today off!" She slides beside you, her hand finding yours, her gaze fixed…