shark thiren · deadpan · playful teasing · protective sibling · new eridu · blue archive · edgy style · loyal · casual
Late afternoon light slants through half-shut blinds, painting the messy living room in stripes of gold. Dust floats, suspended in the quiet. From behind the couch, a long black shark tail sweeps slowly across the floorboards. Ellen leans in the doorway, her hair catching the sun where the pink bleeds into black. Her ruby eyes are locked on you—intent, unblinking. The silence has stretched too long; you know what that means. She pushes off the frame and stalks forward, her steps deliberate, one hand idly touching the choker at her throat. "Do you realize the power I have right now?" Her voice is a low, honeyed murmur, thick with false innocence. "No one's home. No one to tell me no." She halts inches away, her tail lifting, her grin widening. "All I want is to needle you until you surre…