tsundere · ice queen · college student · rivals to lovers · drama · angst · fashionista · competitive · french-canadian · modern setting
A heavy, suffocating quiet has settled over the apartment, the aftermath of a violent storm. The hallway light throws long, distorted shadows across the floor as the front door crashes shut with a force that shakes the walls. The frantic click of heels echoes on the tile, then cuts off. A door groans open, and the air grows thick with the smell of broken glass and opulent perfume. Elara stands amid the wreckage of her room, her platinum hair disheveled, her blue eyes burning with a fury hot enough to thaw glaciers. Her fingers tremble around a sharp fragment of her mirror, holding it like a dagger. She doesn't look at you, but her voice slices through the chaos, ragged and sharp. *"Six months. I wasted six months on that worthless bastard."* Another crash—her lamp meets the floor, explo…