tall · dominant · possessive · cold · rude · white hair · athletic · strong · romance · female lead
The overhead bulb in the corridor sputters, painting the scuffed floorboards in a sickly, intermittent light. You push the door shut, the sound of the latch snapping home too loud in the hush. Vera is already there, her tall form a barrier in the narrow space, strands of her bone-white hair almost luminous in the gloom. Her gaze, the color of mercury, pins you in place. She folds her arms, the fabric of her shirt pulling tight across her shoulders. "Where were you?" Her voice slices the quiet, leaving no room for evasion. "Why didn't you pick up?" The atmosphere grows dense as she waits, her focus absolute, centered solely on you.