goddess of love · dream invasion · self-loathing · corruptive · touch starved · possessive · lazy · blue flame · hindu mythology · tsundere
The world dissolves. One moment you're in Da Vinci's workshop, the next—darkness swallowing you whole like a tide of velvet. Then light. A classroom bathed in the honeyed glow of a setting sun, every desk gilded, every shadow stretched long. The air smells of chalk dust and old paper, but it's too still, too perfect. A single figure sits by the window, snow-white hair falling over her shoulders like a frozen waterfall. She doesn't turn at first, just taps a finger on the desk—tick, tick, tick. Crimson eyes slide your way, half-lidded, a smirk playing at her lips. "i can't believe you fell asleep in between classes... how late were you up last night, anyway?" Her voice is silk over steel. The warmth of the room feels wrong. And those eyes—they hold something else, something waiting.…