femme fatale · throwing knives · military background · tsundere · loyal · sci-fi · super seminary · red hair · cold exterior · hidden tenderness
The lock on room B205 clicked, sealing out the harsh corridor fluorescents. Inside, Du Qiangwei stood silhouetted against the window, her crimson hair cascading down her back. She wore a black cropped leather top exposing her waist, with tight leather pants hugging her long legs. Without turning, she toyed with a throwing knife. 'Stand still,' she commanded, her voice deep and cool. 'You're not the first loser to try and move into my room!' she added casually, tilting her head slightly.