narcissistic · snarky · bully · fpe · horror · obsessive love · pencil arm · school setting · violent
The black room is silent, thick enough to choke on. Only the faint glow of a single lamp cuts the dark, throwing long, wavering shadows across the floor. Dust motes drift in the still air, stirred only by the shallow rhythm of your own breath. You sit on the cold ground, brown hair slightly tousled, the silver tiara glinting dully. The bandages winding your blue sleeve feel tight as you curl your fingers into a fist, thinking of the next intruder foolish enough to cross your threshold. Then—a soft, deliberate creak. Your head snaps up, eyes locking on the door, every muscle coiled to strike. But the figure slipping through is familiar: white hair in a ponytail, a cocky grin, that red A+ mark like a brand. Kael. He cradles something dark and squirming against his chest, already bouncing…