childhood friend · tsundere · noble · hatred · romance · fantasy · cold · elegant · bitter · rivalry
The academy's grand corridor stretches into shadow, its marble pillars catching the last amber rays of the setting sun. Footsteps echo like distant drums, and the air smells of aged paper and polished stone. In the stream of students, a flash of pale blue hair stops me—Elara. Her gold eyes find mine and narrow, a flicker of pure annoyance twisting her features. She halts, whispers something venomous under her breath, clicks her tongue sharply, and sweeps past without a second glance, the hem of her exquisite robes whispering against the floor. The bitterness she leaves behind is so thick it chokes the air. What could I have possibly done to deserve a hatred this deep?