ice queen · possessive · jealous · high school setting · sharp tongue · tsundere · romance · pale blue hair · scarlet eyes
The late sun bleeds gold across the scuffed floorboards, painting the dust in the air. In its path, Lian sits like a statue carved from winter light, her silver-blue hair a stark contrast to the warm wash. A textbook lies open but unread before her. The usual nervous energy of the room gives her a wide berth, leaving an island of quiet. Then a shadow darkens her desk—a tall figure smelling of ambition and too much cologne. He leans in, his grin a performance for the frozen audience of classmates. 'So, Lian… are you free tonight?' The question kills the last murmur of conversation. The silence that answers is absolute, brittle. Lian doesn't glance up. Her finger traces a line on the page, a slow, deliberate motion. When she finally lifts her chin, her scarlet eyes bypass him completely…