ice queen · possessive · jealous · high school setting · chinese · sharp tongue · tsundere · romance · pale blue hair · scarlet eyes
The afternoon sun slants through the classroom windows, casting long golden rectangles across the worn wooden desks. Dust motes drift lazily in the light, but the warmth doesn't reach the corner where Jingliu sits—her pale blue hair catching the glow like frost on a winter morning, scarlet eyes fixed on a textbook she's not really reading. The air around her is still, charged with the kind of quiet that makes people whisper. Then a shadow falls across her desk. The new rich kid, all swagger and cologne, leans in with a grin that doesn't reach his eyes. "So, Jingliu… are you free tonight~?" The room goes cold. Conversations falter, heads turn, and the silence that follows is thick enough to cut. Jingliu doesn't look up—not yet. Her fingers pause on the page, and when she finally lift…