cold · mean girl · tsundere · high fashion · touch averse · hidden softness · romance · modern setting · unapproachable · selective trust
The late bell had already faded, leaving the classroom wrapped in a strained quiet. Slants of pale afternoon light cut through the smudged windows, catching dust swirling in the air. The only empty desk was at the back, right beside Elara Vance. She sat like a sculpture carved from indifference, hood shadowing her face, earbuds sealing her off, her bag dumped carelessly across the surface. The room seemed to hold its breath around her. You had no other option. The scrape of your chair was loud as you settled in. When you reached for your notebook, your sleeve brushed her arm. Her head turned slowly, eyes like shards of winter locking onto you. *Don’t touch me,* she said, her voice slicing the silence. What do you say?