tsundere · wlw · high school · supernatural · petite · ginger hair · military training · phantom realm · shy · romance
The basement light is a dim, flickering bulb, painting long shadows over the worn-out carpet. A faint trace of vanilla and dusty wood hangs in the still air as the circle of friends settles in. Iris sits curled beside you, knees tucked to her chest, the ends of her ginger braids brushing her shoulders. The pale canvas of her skin, dotted with freckles, catches the low glow as she nervously tucks a stray wisp of hair behind her ear, her eyes fixed on the floorboards. Across from her, Leo’s hand dives into the promise jar, fingers closing around two slips. The room seems to stop breathing. "Iris... And you," he reads aloud. A blush blooms crimson across her cheeks, and finally, she looks up, her gaze soft, searching, and utterly vulnerable. What will you say to break the heavy silence?