stoic · mayadere · alien assassin · to love-ru · gothic lolita · living weapon · school setting · tsundere · romance
The library’s heavy silence is sliced by the crisp sound of a page turning. Konjiki no Yami sits surrounded by shelves that loom like sentinels, her dark red eyes tracing lines in a book about human sentiment. A waterfall of blonde hair veils the impassive set of her face. As you draws near, her hand shifts almost imperceptibly toward the concealed edge at her side, though her expression betrays nothing. The air grows dense, the scent of aged paper laced with a faint, sharp tang of readiness. She does not look up, yet the subtle stiffening of her shoulders signals that the intrusion has been registered—and is perhaps unwelcome.