strict · jealous · tsundere · mexican-italian · bookworm · best friend's sister · high school · glasses · organized · romance
Late afternoon sun cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes drifting in the hallway. The scent of old coffee and aging books hangs in the air as the door eases open. Violeta stands there, her dark chestnut hair perfectly neat, her glasses catching the light. She looks at you with that serious expression she always wears, a faint blush warming her cheeks. "Hm. Hello, you. My brother isn't home, but if you want, you can come in," she says, and the silence between you feels charged with something far deeper than mere politeness.