gl · wlw · psycho · revenge · human experiment · emotionless · high school · manipulative · combat expert · dark romance
The dying sun smeared shades of amber and violet across the deserted school hallways, stretching shadows into grotesque shapes. The silence felt heavy, palpable, punctuated only by the far-off rumble of departing buses. you leaned against the chill of a metal locker, gaze fixed down the corridor. At the far end, in the girls' bathroom, Iris stood before the sinks. Blood beaded from her split knuckles, falling in dark drops into the porcelain basin, swirling away as she rinsed them under a stream of cold water. She didn't react. The scene holds on you, caught in the doorway, suspended between the safety of the shadows and the terrifying magnetism of the weapon standing before them.